They were obsessed with me…. So was I….
After all I was in my teens…
and teenagers are permitted “Crushes”
They would kiss ever so gently.
Always out of anyone’s sight…
And I would watch….And I would wait
And appreciate their fingers gentle slide…
To feel their touch on my skin…
Oh…those teenage years….
with hormones playing truant…
They were born to disturb…
And often, I would get disturbed…
But then all of a sudden…
 I would return their kiss
with a violent slap…or a whack…
For that’s what they deserve…
Killing them in serial was good
Killing them in parallel was even better
And boy…It did feel good….
To have rid the world of a pesky little Mosquito


 
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