Carpet Bugs
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Living in a world beneath most peoples feet
In a forest of fibrous strands, microorganisms meet and greet
You hope its at a home that no one likes to clean
When you hear the vacuum hum,
you know that suction can be mean
Afraid of children who tend to spill their soda
It soaks down to our level, a sticky mess we'll never get over
Just like bacteria on your skin
We're the carpet's version, next of kin
Even though we're clean and tidy
We know that the vacuum cleaner is mighty
Belittled though we may be in every crevice you can't see
Nothing pleases us more than when you go out the door
And if you're gone for days, we'll multiply in a daze
A front for our liberty, chaos our dependency
So don't think about ways to kick us out
We are here to stay at least for another day
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