Bed Bugs
the greatest poem of all time
you could search the world over
looking for the answers
when all along
there they were
nestled in the folds of your brain
like bedbugs
their tiny legs
tickling your mind
urging you to go on
when the truth of it is
you had no place to go
because you were already there
with a bunch of bed bugs in your brain
which to be perfectly honest
is pretty gross