They come in such mammoth proportions
these invaders of our sacred lands,
the precious weaves that are our native ground,
violently defiled and callously crushed
causing so many wounded among my fellow countrymen
But we are not deterred in the defense
of this place our forebears claimed as birthright,
so we gather together in defiance
against this vile peril,
united to fight our common foe.
Through stealth of night our offense bites
we leave our impact on our enemy's flesh.
It may be a futile cause being wage,
yet we shall never abandon our vigilance.
Setting sights on freedom's dream
when no member of our mattress nation
shall again be threatened by this horror.
And sleep in peace delivered
from the assault of butt crack nemesis.
Author notes
For option # 1, view of bed bugs
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Comments
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LOL Well this was a entertaining piece to be sure.
Well done and best of luck in the contest.
Love,
Delila
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"Butt crack nemisis" - interesting phase. I was thinking about this the other day, about how they see us. "Futile cause" - yes it is and their losses are great. You make them seem, well, almost human!
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