You may realize that this life is full of pests–
like a rain that pours on the wrong day
or a sickness that takes its time.
Like the spider that crawls around your bedside
in hopes that it can sleep
And you hide your head beneath the covers,
but in reality who is more afraid
The biter or the swallower?
The screamer or the slapper?
Oh there are so many things to annoy us here,
like the constant threat of death.
Or the unluckiest lucky chance
And this life is full of tragedies
that we swarm around like mosquitoes,
and we drink up the puddles of blood like honey
as if the terror keeps us