Revised sonnet #375
You dont think gods exist yet stuff I speak
Im Ghlaunder bloody god of parasites
My sign mosquito bloated lord of leak
All leeches love its anaesthetic bites
Apologists enrol their worms in rights
And rodent clubs approve affiliate fleas
A nature lover bold bed bugs invites
The brief in breath inserts a dust mite wheeze
They trap t gondii carrier cats on knees
Thus puppet hosts to nano single cells
Infested brains in slow and sad thoughts please
Yet very vain they dont accept it dwells
Youll never wake youre far off self aware
Your furry friends approve you fancy fare
Chorus aware conscious enlightened
