when that pupal skin splits..

i tread water and wait to dry
in a godlike manner
this pond was once my manor
but now i must fly
and now i'm despised
cos me and my army make the deaf privilleged
we'll pillage a village
or two
the villains who witness that blood is not red but blue
and chances are
you've bled when we used a tube
and left your veins abused
i'm a noisy acupuncturist
and you're thinkin
i ought to have you done for this
but whats the harm?
its just a bit of blood between friends
from your leg,face or arm
and if i've been spotted you might just extent
a hand
resulting in a bloodied palm
but the sullied calm is short
the swarm will attack from their aeronautical fort
but of course
you can net the windows and spray a myst of molecular police
however
there'll always be a hum to wake you from your sleep
and the swat team keeps
missing by a mile
and thus
in a beat of wings..
i spot a body of warmth
standing in the crop
his young face mourns as he meddles in the plot
and the dark sunken eyes drop
as his skinny extended stomach
demands and summons a square meal
but bare heeled
he conceals his hunger and almost beckons my bite
so i strike plunging my proboscis
into the bony skull of lost wits
i plunge my needle nose
skin deep and more
into the dermatitis of woes
and the nectar flows
into my belly
which is rapidly swelling
now i've turned red
and the dark skin from which i've fed
doesnt notice a thing
cos the sting swells up after i've had a drink
and it wouldnt be fair if i took without giving

cos that living person i just bit
was a kid
and now he's sick
he just doesnt know it
injected with an infectious disease
he'll join the 1 million others who are buried
as their families shed tears of grief
at the grave side crumpled at the knees...


dont share fuckin needles?
tell that to the African children of the fields
who's crop yield..
was Malaria