Laundry Blues

How many times do I have to plead?
Please check your pockets for contraband,
For tissues, coins and pens that bleed
Is it too hard to understand?

I shouldn’t be responsible,
For checking every pant and shirt.
Not everything’s disolvable,
Coins, tissues, pens, they’re just not dirt.

Maybe there’s a cure,
I’ll search the net, to find good news.
Someone’s lurk that’s sure to work
Vinegar? Salt? There must be something I can use.

I’ve tried so hard to shift that stain
But all to no avail
It’s turning out to be a pain,
I’ll give myself an F for fail.