All those whiny nights.

A satirical poem about all existentialists. . .

Hours brooding over vapid images,
Constant flashes of one's own moronic existence.
Then came that annoying little s**t,
Reveling as a vampire that drinks blood smoothies.

"Ha . . . that damn mosquito ! "

But steadly it dawned on me,
She had the will to pursue against death.
For that holy grail brimming with blood.

And here I was,
A torpid slothing sloth.
Me that whiny little s**t.

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Great overview of mosquito in a poetry!!
Also twas great read☺!!

[Delmar Cooper]

Ash,

"And here I was,
A torpid slothing sloth.
Me that whiny little s**t."

I like irony, so I have to like this ironic comparison. The style suits the theme. thanks for sharing this it was delightful.