Elegy of a lazy mosquito

By Eulalia S N

Her blood made me tipsy, oh it's an acquired taste

She wouldn't slap herself, so I sat on her face.

I stung her skin, supple and sweet

Laughing to myself "what a dunce she is".

But brutal murderer she is, I didn't see it come

Until my wings scorched & I burnt my bum.

That witch pressed her cup so hot on me

Leaving me as a dead mosquito - a karma for being arrogant & lazy!!

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By Eulalia S N