energized by french fries Oedipal knife to the eyes when all know the truth, he still lies takes without asking burns while sun-basking fidgets reveal attempted masking always plays the ponies rules with wicked cronies -- but, like him, they're all phonies passes on a Big Mac just to shoot some bad smack opts to be skinny for his heart attack
Hey there, Mr. Mosquito,
‘fraid to say, you’ve gotta go.
Sure, Black Death is on the flea,
but you’ve bought us fevers: Yellow, Nile, and Dengue.
And that’s just to name a few.
You’ve killed more folks than anything in the zoo.
There’s Malaria, Zika, and Encephalitis
that make you feel you’ve crossed a bus crash with arthritis.
I’ve never been to Rift Valley or the West Nile;
yet I fear their fevers but not their crocodiles.
Because, like Amazon, you deliver
a thousand miles from the river.
So, I guess I’ll go and get my shots,
and if our paths cross — expect some swats.
Cause when it comes to blood-sucking creatures,
I’d rather have leaches in my breeches.