They whirl and swirl and dive But do they? The no see ‘ems, You can’t see ‘em but you can feel them there Cavorting and frolicking, invisible in the air A dinner time dance, gluttonous splurge You’ll know all about their evening soirée When you discover the main course is … You.
Stupid bugs. Biting my legs. I look like a ****** addict that can’t tell his legs from his arms.