Ear Mites,
Them that bites,
Turned all my hearing,
To the thoughts of murder, I am a fearing,
Mass murder so to speak,
Mass extinction do I seek,
It’s those mighty mites or me,
Both of us, it just can’t be,
With my fingers I have tried,
Into the openings I’ve pried,
But my hearing is too deep,
I feel hear them gnawing in my sleep,
It’s hard on me, the feeling kind,
But now they’ve gnawed into my mind,
With constant glee they’re biting,
I cannot reach where they are hiding,
I do believe they wish my end,
They’re driving me around the bend,
Come on, I hear them say,
Together all, we will that giant slay,
Like army ants, their on the march,
In the inner ear, my deepest arch,
I hear their sergeant yelling loud,
Use your stingers, all about,
And God my God, they are a biting,
Within the deepest cracks they’re hiding,
A thousand bites times ten I’m sure,
Every second I endure,
This is war I thought, and bought a gun,
I’ll get them bastard Hun,
They’ll all go with a well aimed bang,
And sure enough, he’s sleeping well, very deep sleep, I’m afraid I’ll have to bury him tomorrow, Grace, Oh, I am just foolin, it was only a trial run, we’ll shoot him again tomorrow ha.©01/03/2013
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