Louse

Sabbath de Yecouba

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An animal made by dirt

But you are in my clean body

Aligned with the edges of my thong

I cannot memorize when you entered into my body

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Stuck in my thong and bite not knowing your life

Like an ant of the anthill

The ant which bites you and refuses to be removed

That whose head must remain in your body when removed

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Dead for nothing with your words which hang out

Like an unrestrained penis of a mad man

Eating me up bit by bit and run to your hiding like deer

Poisoning my blood with foul sayings and hearsays

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It is a sheer emaciation

As I lose my repute

To be a skeleton of insolence

Torment that is your end after all

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You will have your once upon a time

When your head will only remain in my body

I will have entranced you like a pumpkin thief

For your work if full of lies and devil influence

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