Bugs

I got bugs. I got bugs in my room. Bugs in my bed. Bugs in my ears. There's eggs in my head. Bugs in my pockets. Bugs in my shoes. Bugs in the way I feel about you. Bugs in my window trying to get in. They don't go nowhere. Waiting, waiting, bugs on my ceiling, crowded the floor, standing, sitting, kneeling. A few block the door. And now the question's: Do I kill them? Become their friend? Do I eat them? Raw or well done? Do I trick them? I don't think they're dumb Do I join them? Looks like that's the one. I got bugs on my skin. Tickle my nausea. I let it happen again. They're always takin' over. I see they surround me, I see. See them deciding my fate. Oh, that which was once, was once up to me. Now it's too late. I got bugs in my room, one-on-one. That's when I had a chance. I'll just stop now. I'll become naked. And with them, I'll become one.