There you be <br />Hard to find, or to see. <br />Happy ‘mongst the wool and flannel <br />Like so many of Wilkin's cattle. <br /> <br />Having supped on a meal so rich <br />Provided by the cat or bitch. <br />Now not even a hip-hop do you give <br />As you laze in the folded linen rive. <br />You're no credit to your ancestors <br />Who for generations have been infestors. <br /> <br />A mindless critter such as you <br />Is due no recompense; it's true. <br />Living the good life in comfort <br />Never worrying who'll provide support. <br />You live the Communist life style, <br />Taking all the while. <br />Taxing other's ability to pay, <br />Never mind in which way. <br />Then, it's according to the need, <br />Of like minded bloodsuckers, to bleed. <br /> <br />But now I've caught you sone of flea <br />And your end is certain to be. <br />As betwixt two thumb nails you find <br />Yourself at the end of your generation's line. <br />A bit of pressure, applied just so, <br />And pop goes your exoskeleton, and away you go.<br /><br />Sidi J. Mahtrow<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ode-to-a-flea/
