Oh
tick,
What
is your purpose?
You
appear on my body as if a phantom, coming out from nowhere
I
see you stuck onto my flesh like a blood sucking freckle.
Why
oh why do you plaque the earth?
With
your outstretched legs awaiting to seize my preoccupied form
Arachnid
arachnid oh parasite of blood
How
do I stop you?
You
are not partial to my flesh or that of my dogs
All
that you crave is impartial sanguine essence
I
varnish my body with DEET, to hell with the toxins
Not
to be your paratrophic host is my only objective
Ah
ha there you are! You thought I wouldn’t find you
I
pluck you off, not missing any part
Cannot
leave your head or any small feature
Dispose
of your remains ensconced in a watery grave
Flush,
there you go circling down to your ultimate destination
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