Hey Booger, Neely's been overcast morning A closet full of generic adult diapers and a Bible trivia game Lunch, three doughnuts and some chocolate milk Reading a newspaper, that is over five days old The nurse, the housekeeper The doctor and the son, older than my father The smell of old bland cooking wafting and blending With that of red oak, warm and sour The kitchen floor is vinyl and it's soaking wet So is the bedroom of the mother She has a problem, she is very old With her bladder You are outside sucking on a can Passed out in the living room Martha Stewart is speaking Three hundred and fifty pounds of machinery Roll between her surgical stockings And the hearth, I do not look up, I am terrified