Grand Mother Poem by Saul Palti

Sleeping now under the covers
for when you shut your eyes
the swollen alibis
will know your true dreams
when your house is a mere cellar

all these great and fortunate bed bugs
have greeted your side
and gave a huge bed bug hug
all the taxed girls have lied
and everything is true inside

I house by a well
is much like living in hell
when you are ninety
percent water and the end is getting nearer
and this survival I will tell

I think we all fight for the best
woven silken cess
a mother and a son
can never have one
and all this blastomas I do detest