A Mosquito bit me on the ass today
Used the capillary force
To drain all of the reason from man
I am more of a branch now
Waving in the wind
Uprooted and bendable
Skin and bones
Until he sucks out the marrow
And I break
Then just skin.
Paper giants stand
Propped against sticks of ego
And readied fists
Paper soldiers
With a will
As heated as guns,
Ready to make
Their mothers
Their countries
Proud.
