Mosquito

Virtue concealed within dishonor in its semblance

Propriety arising from irreverence

Faith compiling beneath betrayal

And mercy cloaked in malevolence

The lack of discernment led to growing sense of restlessness

When elephants fight, it’s the grass that feels the negligence

Then the vultures come to pick apart the rest of it

Glass exhibits bring senses to the senselessness

All that’s left are bones—they display it and turn to pacifists

I won’t bug you, but I’ll punctuate the emphasis

Mosquitoes don’t got purpose, but these bloodsuckers getting rich

The pests who don’t survive are the ones who never had to flinch

In a pinch, they leave a mark and don’t return to make amends

When the mist starts to clear, would you rather see an older friend

Or a stranger you’re not burdened with understanding?

When fortune fades, you don’t speak of a happy recollection

In times of joy, recall the corners of the darkest ledges

You can’t hurt no mosquito finding a larger cannon

Sometimes the most lethal action is to learn their eventual pattern

And then smack it when you know you really get them