Lethal Doses

You’re a parasite.

My skin crawls when you’re near me;

Like thousands of electrical flight signals urging my limbs to run,

But that would be rude.

I don’t want to be rude;

Mama taught me better than that.

So I inch away from you,

Begging the gods that you care

Enough to catch a hint.

The hint that I don’t want

To be around you.

I don’t want to talk with you;

I can’t stand your jokes;

And your neediness

Disgusts me.

You’re a parasite.

I wish someone would have mercy

And squish you.