Germs

Shifty, shifty, shapeless things
in cloudy water bathtub rings
hidden fingers scrutinize
all my stuff of every size
motes of dust soiled tiles
I breathe them in all the while 
greasy greasy its not easy
save myself from all that's sleazy

cleaning clothes, cleaning sheets
cleaning footprints from tiny feet
in the fridge on my food
little specks of unseen goo
clustered up and organized
making plans to my surprise
in the darkness always waiting
above the bed machinating

CHORUS
scrub, scrub, scrub, scrub, toilet and tub
no matter the scour, no matter the power
Nothing I have can ever devour
the unseen, unclean, gangreen army of
germs
# copyright Joe Johnston