The BedbugYou smell, you smell worst than a skunk...
if you don’t shut nose and mouth it makes you sick: ─
if it bites, it takes out a big chunk
if it bursts, the nausea makes you puke.
How ugly it is... disgusting is the word: ─
fat, a flattened head, this wretch
tickles my ears, and then when the sluggard
senses the silence, it runs quickly to catch
some flesh to sniff; and it doesn’t stop
either before young girls or a fresh bride.
And it enters the ear and sets up shop,
this brazen heel, ill-mannered and snide.
It latches on the flesh, and starts to suck
until it blows up like a bladder;
only a pulp is left once it has struck,
it looks like clumps of nettles passed it over.
You can play the guitar all you like,
dig your fingernails deep into the flesh,
the hitch doesn’t go away, it’s like a spike,
you only feel relief with the blood’s gush.