Revised sonnet #393
You pray to me the god of parasites
Im Glaunder bloated little substance shown
Their puppets heads of states in stingiest rites
Of bribery are proxy spendthrift prone
The reservoir of rodent clubs is known
As niche till plague appears again one day
Theres parasite apologists they moan
Injustice done to flea if flicked away
In hunger pangs they make your mouth obey
Theyve peed inside your brain their signal pain
They grind out cancers pesticides too gray
They fix a fever little sop to keep you sane
I smash the clocks of Saturn this then that
T gondii gets the rat invite the cat
Chorus that eso quod
