The Scrubbing Woman

A woman tries to wash a spot of bird poop off of her otherwise shiny car.
She scrubs and scrubs, but the poop remains.
Growing frustrated, she tries harder, neglecting to rinse her rag.
As the rag gets dirty, the flecks of dirt trapped within it begin to damage the clear coat of the car.

Still she scrubs.

The clear coat, becoming ever thinner, is now completely gone in some places.
As she scrubs, ever obsessively, without rinsing her rag, she begins damaging the paint.

Still she scrubs.

The paint is now chipped and scratched. The bare metal is starting to show through.
It will rust and deteriorate, and look awful, all because she was obsessed with cleaning one small speck of poop.

Still she scrubs.

I am the woman.
My rag is vodka and the car is my soul.

Still I scrub.