The image leaves me reeling Your body shape leaves my skin peeling You hide and sneak like you own my place Infesting; mind, body and my space. You crawl up legs to be on top, Hide in clothes to repopulate, it just wont stop I hate you, you hate me, its mutual Crushing, burning, stomping; it is my ritual. Bugs..I hate you Bugs..I see you too Bugs…I need you to know This relationship has got to go. Eradicate them is my only mission, Destroy their nests before propagation. Weapon of choice it does not matter, Like Norman Cook, im even badder Leave this place before we get real, I want my space pest free, that’s the deal. You stay outside and Ill be nice, Your only beef will be with mice. Bugs..I hate you Bugs..I see you too Bugs…I need you to know This relationship has got to go.
