Homage

A fellow that would sleep a hole
In the crevice of your daily sleep,

The bed bug that was bed-fellow.
And now we are fellows in death

And embrace its common smell.
He is the jolly fellow who fought

On killing field of your pesticide.
He died fighting an unequal war.

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