15 years now
I scratch my head
last saw the floor
beneath our bed

15 years
and all I remember
some books he stowed there
last November

the mites never tire
24/7
manna from me
without any levin

Well he lays there snoring
after his shower
breathing in years
of fine powdery flour

Working it's way down
to hide deep within
the only thing worse
is our personal sin

consider the dampness
and what do we have
a miry paste
the mattress mite’s salve

It's sitting there
under a couple of cushions
thrown on top
to comfort the tush-ins.

A wiry skeleton
against the skin
God only knows
the condition it's in

Never had actually
gotten the nerve
to examine the place
the or the purpose I serve

A maid in this house
I certainly am not
he'd sooner be single,
I'd sooner be shot.

One day I did falter
when my foot went through
I pleaded in protest
this wirey shrew

the mattress
that thanks to
a pestering guest
will soon meet the trash man
and have it's own rest.

Ashes to ashes
and dust to dust
we shake out the linen
but miss all the crust.

WHATZUP..