O lady of the night O lady mosquito What cruel trick of nature Would divine to make it so That war must rage In perpetuality Where you should seek To give me strife And I should seek To take your life
What calamity! What strangest fate! That my blood must be drawn For you to procreate And added to this Indignity For to be Without my feeling You must secrete a venom Itchy. Bleeding.
But there it is What can be done? Nature has spoken The battle’s begun For She has made The sad decree We must be locked In enmity And I might attack With mighty zeal But you will forever Bruise my heel
A marble, jostling among the congregation says: I am not so obsolete But am impelled to be desolate For, the ultimate cause of humanity Perished in its serendipity. Defiance and vengeance and malevolence Thrived in conquering this vicinity But humanity-succumbed
I remember when I was just 16, So much of my life was yet unseen. I was searching for something to help me discover, What set me apart, made me different from others. And there in my neighborhood, where we
You see me Hurrying and scurrying Gathering my food cautiously, Looking around constantly worrying Sneaking around precociously. Weaving; bobbing, always dodging Bushy tailed little scavenger I am, So may despise me as I dwell in their lodging But all I