Flea Verse

Ticks may suck and diss your ease
But verses carry awful fleas
Biting bastards fight the skin
Karmic retribution sin

Forget the notes and play from spine
Backbone into music fine
Lose the last beget a first
Circe samsara scarburst

No more holding back the flood
Red from blue and call it blood
That's the job of poet sprees
To spread the loving verset fleas