Dream

oh, these pestilent

flying around like loose pirates

buzzing around the neck

what the heck?

they are drunk, says the moonshine punk

pestilent are what they are:

drunk

dunk

bunk

skunk

biting machine

scratching saline

hatching bra

they come alive

in the morning, and

at the night

they rush to your sight

like a torpedo

silent yet deadly

bite, and buzz

what a trick!

they must be trained

by the political grunts in DC

these pestilent needs to be put in a CC, and

drooped off the coast of Mississippi

let them float in an Alabama creek, or

in Georgia streak

pestilent are pain

yet they are the life's sustenance for some

nature's joke of human growth

pestilent were sent by the

heavenly czars

to feed some, and kill the rest

wage wars, dance, and grunt

what a runt.......

the pestilent regime

reminds the waring scheme

never ending

always commanding

what a freaky human rendering

come off the pestilent bonding

be free in resounding

see the nature's non pestilent creed

make others scream to reach high

shake off the pestilent need

let your feet rest in a meandering stream

and dream