It All Comes Out Wrong in the Wash

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“Mosquitoes in the daytime; Buddha hides

Them, dark behind him.”  Fantasizing such,

The poet Issa, sentimental, glides

To sacred silliness, at least a touch

Of kindness (ruined in a childish thought).

The notion is Gautama hides these beasts

From harm in shade; and, yes, perhaps he ought

To save them for the night of later feasts

On blood.  Suck, suck, suck, suck, glug, glug, glug, glug, glug.

Perhaps the Christ in mercy also spares

The lion cub from dying due to bug

Bites, Jesus saving life because He cares.

  Mosquitoes later pierce your skin.  The cub

    Grows up and kills a doe.  Aye.  There’s the rub.