Laundry 5:3-6

I have plaster on my garments,
how could I put them on?
I have paint on my shirts,
how could they be blue again?
I put my few quarters to the washer,
and my soap lathered in the basin.
I arose to hang my clothes,
and they grew dry,
they aired out and grew dry,
hanging from my lofted bed.
I had cleaned my garments,
but the paint had not gone from them.
My blue shirt had been ruined.
I sat next to my computer;
it web streamed: Cities 97.