Tiny Spot Poem by Peter Bain

A tiny spot
A reddish dot
A monster in my ear
It's getting bigger
A relentless digger
It's intentions obviously clear

The following day
It's on it's way
It wants too eat my brain
It'll soon break through
Have a ravenous chew
And I'll be driven insane

It's hard to believe
It sat on my sleeve
It jumped up during a call
A horrendous bight
Disappearing from sight
A parasite on the ball

The doctor tries
Eventually sighs
Then tells me it's too late
'Say goodbye
You're gonna die
Time to meet your fate'

Whilst in a daze
Things out of faze
I realize death has started
Two more pills
My coffee spills
I shrugged then I farted

Take great care
They're always there
Eating cerebral matter
An innocent call
Could end your all
Death or mad as a hatter