Bugs Poem by Muris Mujakovic

I turn the light on to check where the bugs are,

i squash them once I squash them twice,

i turned the night into a little competition,

squashing bugs is my only ambition.

I search them in corners and under my bed,

i searched them outside, and in my head.

Some of them were glowing, very nice indeed,

while the others were crawling, very ugly breed.

I found them in my food and in my hair,

I try not to panic but I fall in despair.

Some of them are chewing, some are biting hard,

Some are just tattooing my name in this graveyard.

At night i turn the light on because i was too scared to sleep,

i searched for them all night like some kind of creep.

Tomorrow i would turn the day into a fun little game,

the exterminator, they said, is my new nickname.

The bugs are there to get me when i die all alone,
they will chew through my flesh, they will chew through my bone.

I will lie here in my grave wondering what the hell went wrong,

and up there on my tombstone there will be this little song.