“Follow me,” said the tick to the flea,
“I have plans for a blood feast that you’ve got to see!!”
“How do you mean,” said the flea quite surprised,
“You’ve slander me before with razors and knives.
Is it quite practical for you to invite,
A flea ‘you’ declared was little more than a mite!!”
“But sir you are a mite,
Many consider me but the same,
Semantics and wordplay
Are the names of the game.
I’ve risen above, the rest of the heap,
But I must have a sidekick to make one last leap!!”
“Fleas, you see, have a certain appeal,
A skill, zeal,
A triumph of will;
You have the ability to leap way beyond
Hurdles and fences not easily won.
Besides, I’m a tick, lowly and gray
And you are so bouncy, lively and gay!!”
The flea interrupted-in a most pleasant style,
“I have difficulty with matters of fairness in trial.
This ‘leap’ you believe I am capable of,
Would be much less taxing-
With help from the Gov!!”
So the little flea and the tick,
Strolled into the breach,
With power and riches beyond anyone’s reach,
For beside the gold stolen from AMERICANS abound,
Tributaries of wealth lay at their feet on the ground,
For as different as they appeared but to be,
They were both leaches- the tick and the flea.
Base am I but a wrinkled prune,
Raked amongst the ground not sewn,
I have little hope of a thirst soon quenched,
Or add hope to the fountain of dreams now benched,
The forces of will of the many young masses,
Has kicked me and my cronies in our ample Asses,
My hideous partner and my love in my life,
Counter each other as VP and wife,
He is but a dream a lovely young sprat,
And she is a goblin, offish, and fat,
Oh how would I love it if it were but true,
That Johnny, oh Johnny, was my sunrise view,
Alas with this bitter pill I must take,
My love of this creature will have to be faked,
And withhold all the tender emotions at bay,
For the Breck Girl of Raleigh, the boy of the day