LatinosUSA

something smelly is growing
in the back of the refrigerator
It leaves footprints of crumbs and smears

the dust bunnies need feeding daily
I drape myself in lacy spider webs

drips without drops
run down the front of the stove
trail of spaghetti sauce

trails and trials, so many disasters
I’ll pay anything for someone to clean up this mess

my husband loves spaghetti
so pay him to clean up the mess
then he can treat me to a movie

and a Powerball ticket
when we win millions, I’ll get a maid