What is that bug ???
Just like a river tug.
Creeping into me.
Over across the sea.
I don't feel well.
Guess its time to sell.
Down into some pit.
The bug gave me a wit.
Fever rising in my eye.
Doctoe said, "ONLY A BUGS STYE".
Cry I do very loud.
GOD sitting upon a cloud.
Come here before me.
Let my eye look and see.
YOUR SOUL IS NOW MINE.
A bug's death of the time.
from my poem book - DREAMS 2