These homicidal maniacs—creepy, crawly, itsy-bitsy toxic infidels
are never welcome here or anywhere.
They’re so tiny, they can’t be seen under an ordinary microscope,
yet they begin silent invasions that makes millions run for their lives—
but there’s no hiding place. They can be under your feet, in your hair
and even in the air that you struggle to breathe.
Join the parade of palliative care patients gasping for a last bit of air
from labored breathing on their way to stay in the elysian fields forever more.