I’m a flea, a nobody
Jumping from body to body
Fixed in the moment
To feed to survive
I’m as good or bad
As the present carrier
I go wherever it will
It’s not up to me
To determine its path
As soon as I leave it
For a new one
I forget it even existed
Can’t project what will be next
My life is limited
But so is yours
You can pretend
But I know more
My bite might be irritating
But your ego will survive
See you next time around.
Lucette C. Bailliet
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