When insects go wild…
It was around midnight, and soon came Monday morning.
I didn’t care less if I get well-rested, not until I tossed and turn,
For hours it kept me waking, going…counting and continuing…
Scratching my skin furiously, ending up some really bad burn.
I was agitated…restless, and convincingly up for a bad mood,
My eyes squint to find time, then quickly closed as if in a hurry.
Realizing unconsciously, clearly I understood!
We were flocked by my worst enemy, oh yes, I needed to worry.
For them to suck blood and fill up their hungry, filthy body,
Yes, it’s the name of their game, though I needed to act instantly.
Those itchy sensation is totally absurd!
I’ve been scratching intensively for 5 hours, freaking madness you see,
Hitting and clapping both my hands wanting them to vanish into our world.
Oh those tiny, miserable mosquitoes, why are they created?
There purpose is irrelevant, quite questionable for me.
I don’t see them being useful, rather pest carriers,
Bacteria’s dwelling on them, ultimate infection, to the max infested!
Terrible, little flying machines, noisy as it can be,
The sound of well-asleep is disturbed, I am norturnally wasted!
‘Let there be lights!’ For I could no longer sleep,
Our body were filled with pinkish bumps, invitingly itchy.
It’s 5am, 1 hour before our alarm starts to beep,
My hubby went to the kitchen to fix a cup of coffee,
After drinking, he then showered full body.
It was a night of trauma, a day of pondering,
Will it ever strike again? Oh please…not tonight!
I sprayed this unfriendly-insecticide, ewwwe…foul smelling,
Revenge is oh so sweet, yeah fight, fight, fight!
For I will not let YOU ruin our sleep,
For I will wear my pajamas up to my toes,
For I will not standby and let YOU creep,
For I will not let YOU live…YOU filthy, disgusting foes!
Fin
