Ode to a mosquito

O winged oppressor! Let me be! I don’t like your phlebotomy I wouldn’t mind a small donation But for all the irritation And I’m fine with coughs and sneezes But you spread more dire diseases If you’re part of God’s design He should have made your bites benign Luckily, I’m highly skilled In ways in…

Hong Kong

A fragrant harbour: that’s what Hong Kong means A slight misnomer residents agree For putrid smells like winged malicious fiends Assail the nostrils most pugnaciously. The skyscrapers that perforate the clouds Are all that hold the heavy skies in place And far below, like ants, the madding crowd Phone out, heads down, zig-zig at glacial…