Bugs

all these...i got bugsi got bugs in my roombugs in my bedbugs in my earstheir eggs in my headbugs in my pocketsbugs in my shoesbugs in the way i feel about youbugs on my windowtrying to get inthey don't go nowherewaiting, waiting...bugs on my ceilingcrowded the floorstanding, sitting, kneeling...a few block the doorand now the question's:do i kill them?become their friend?do i eat them?raw or well done?do i trick them?i don't think they're that dumbdo i join them?looks like that's the onei got bugs on my skintickle my nauseai let it happen againthey're always takin' overi see they surround me, i see...see them deciding my fateoh, that which was once...was once up to me...now it's too latei got bugs in my room...one on onethat's when i had a chancei'll just stop nowi'll become nakedand with the...i'll become one