Chubby Mosquito

It’s a mile into town
-Must look like such a clown-

Walking, talking to myself
Singing to no-one-else

Cars pass bye shiny & new
And I’m here left thinkin’ of you

A chubby mosquito on my hand
Sucking the sweet blood of a man

-Won’t kill it! There’s no pain
With you – it’s always some game

If once, I just could feel love;
A chubby mosquito on a wing of a dove

When you left you took the key
With this inside of me, can I be free

Suck away at my hand
Sucking some blood from a man

John A. Conte` JR
Winter/Spring 2003