Searching--a poem

[Guest guest]

I was searching so hard

searching so hard

I was bleeding at the nipples

from running so hard

the only time I was happy

was when I was sleeping

 

One day I woke up

and forgot to search

ten minutes and no seaching

I was astonished

then seaching started again

with a vengence

 

but I was laughing

I was laughing I tell you

" You bastard " I said to searching

" why didn't you tell me

you were just

another visitor!

You bastard, I thought

you owned the house! "

 

Z