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POETRY BOOK TWO: Dog Grrl!
My Personal Ecology

They say my bed is full of mites,
Who eat my skinflakes every night,
And even when I wash with soap,
The little buggers crawl and grope.

I’m covered with a microbe fauna,
My underarms their salty sauna,
They’re munching on my surface flora,
Despite my shock, surprise and horror.

There’s e coli bacteria
In my stomach cafeteria,
And even little mite-like moles
Living in my eyelash holes!

These insects, algae, and the mites,
All my body’s parasites,
Protect me from worse bugs, it’s said,
And will consume me when I’m dead.

|| My Poetry ||