Underneath my bed,
It is a gooeymess
Sticky clothing,
covered with pop.
Two-year-oldbubble gum
covers my matted rug.
The stench of moldynacho cheese
fills the room as you step in-between piles ofpop cans,
and yellow piles of old magazines.
If youlisten carefully you can hear the rats
crawling through thepiles of snotty tisues and garbage
strewn in the far leftcorner of my room beside my bed.
Watch your step,
Adisease is growing inside of that shoe box.
You know, theone right beside all those
spilled pop bottles.
It hasbeen a long and hard journey to my
window, now I must getair before I suffocate from the toxic
fumes.