Mites,
Little creatures,
That Bites,
Small little faggots,
Much Smaller that Maggots,
Tiny Critters that might,
bite?
In my hair,
and all under my clothes,
and ready to feast,
on my flesh,
without any repose,
Critters?
Creeping and crawling?
Opening my notebooks and drawings?
And soon, I find my thoughts are there,
Laid out,
Clean,
and
Clear,
and
Fair...
Because,
Those
Mites
Were
Crawling
Mites,
Little creatures,
That Bites,
Small little faggots,
Much Smaller that Maggots,
Tiny Critters that might,
bite?
In my hair,
and all under my clothes,
and ready to feast,
on my flesh,
without any repose,
Critters?
Creeping and crawling?
Opening my notebooks and drawings?
And soon, I find my thoughts are there,
Laid out,
Clean,
and
Clear,
and
Fair...
Because,
Those
Mites
Were
Crawling
