When my tired frame relaxed outside in a sedentary mood
Caught in the heat of a lazy Summer Saturday afternoon
I thought I might want to go inside soon
But then upon my limb I spied a thief
A mosquito planning to plunder blood with suicidal belief
What hasty nerve, I thought, for a thing so small
To have so quickly chosen its own downfall
But then I, gazing down upon the greedy creature, felt a kindred spirit
It must be weighed down by all the things it could not do,
and so I could do nothing but refuse to **** it
I stared as his belly filled with something that was mine
and watched him buzz away with the summer breeze intertwined
The next time it tried on someone else,
I hoped that poor sod would be easily dispatched
And finally fulfill that itch it and I had to scratch