Nighsty workers
Behind my well laid bunk lie
bevy of busy Workers
once I sleep, they wake
into a feeding frenzy
Sleep in peace,
we feed at ease
Little lucky monsters
lurking slyly in cimicid
Why must you slay in
the red fluid?
I know you work in complicity
But, No.
You cannot suck me dry
Sniper knows right
That
Behind my well laid back
are tokens of your works.
(Written after a vigorous battle with these little monsters in the midnight of 20th August,2017, I take responsibility for any imperfection in this piece)
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