My Room Mates
Nightly they give thanks
With uncanny stealth they close in
By the scent of carbon dioxide
Drawn to a table
well prepared in the presence
And, of their enemy!
Endlessly raped and pillaged
In my sleepless sleep I wonder...
These gluttonous suckers
Fattened by my blood
Part of his creation
The Lord called “good”?
In pain I wince
Each fine syringe pierces
My tender flesh, deep
Irritant music in the air
On every drop they feast
Yet, thirsts unassuaged.
Once beautiful,
Smooth and hairy skin
Now badly diseased
So bitten, almost leprous
Slumberland nightly denied
By nocturnal roommates.
Tonight is of reckoning!
Doors and windows; open
In droves, welcome.
Dainty meat in abundance
In this open feast.
And with my insecticide
Vengeance will be mine!
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