The least favorite place I’d rather be at.
Is the God-forsaken laundry mat.
Not a soul wants to be there. You see everything’s territorial, from baskets to chairs.
You can’t be certain of the rules that apply. As everyone holds a suspicious eye.
This blend of factors makes for a dangerous game. One breach of protocol could tarnish your name.
If you remove something from a dryer that sat too long. You run the risk of bodily harm.
So don’t be surprised if one day you hear. That someone went postal up in there.
I’ve owned three houses because of that.
I just can’t be going to the Laundromat.