Mosquito Mosquitos
*Mosquito Mosquitoes*
Today you’re dead, shocked at the sight of my blood sucked and stained on the wall
How happy I was! an unintentional action has killed you! How it happened, I don’t know.
The other day, you flew past me like a pilot on a dog fight.
Noise maker, you will gossip in my ears and lay complains I didn’t want to hear.
I was hoping to help you crash hopelessly as I slapped and clapped. Bloody hell! You went silent again to cheer at my frustration as I mumbled and struggled to find sleep again.
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