Welcome back, no one missed you

Or the audacity you throw into the world

Like a sack of popped balloons

Filled with blood, that’s just what you do

So you’ve come back in numbers, I see,

So many I can spot you before you

Even sneak to my skin, do better.

High alert, that’s me, thanks to you

And your disgusting crew, am I a menu?

Just the thought of you makes my mind

Squirm, sizzle, drip, I feel your slow

Ventriloquist crawls on every inch of 

Exposed, supple skin, and I find you

In all the wrong places, trying to get in.