Unwelcome Guests

That steal thoughts,
Disappearing into the crevices of the walls.

That leave for days,
Then come back with friends.

A Breed all onto themselves,
That bring out the madness in anyone.

The s.o.b.’s,
You know you can count on.

With offspring,
Ready to see the next day.

by Ian Murdoch

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