Down In The Grout

Scrub, love, scrub!
Let's ditch this stand,
gimme your degreaser-
caked hand, flyby
the waste plant,
rid ourselves
of this tedious shell.
Rip, bag, rip,
and spill your contents:
a day's history
in refuse, the butt ends
of bread.
I've a journey ahead,
but would still do
anything
to make life easier
for you,
which by now
you surely must know.