(Dipteran - insects)
O, scourge of the earth, blood
suckers; unsophisticated plant
crushers,
Blanketing the earth as if for hire,
collecting allergens like a church
usher,
Pity upon those tiny wings as
disease follows from fecal matter to
skin,
The earth's design may collapse
from starvation, imperiled by larvae
sin.
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