My day

Get up scratching the bites so deep

That disturb my sleep

The nightmares were intense

Brush my teeth with fear, was expensive.

Since a corroded clothes moth.

Wonder fruit flies around my mouth.

How sugar and salt, could be bad idea

The dog which itches the bite flea.

The rat left a tick here this hospice

Worse than pigeon lice

Crowding for crumbs is a target

Lock the door eroded by termites

My love wasn't ask sorry, what loss.

I go down the stairs, straight at moss

I open the gate that the rust consumes

Nod to my love at the window, wear my costumes.

This way, I follow my way.

Dib