This is not my beautiful house!

[peakinguniverse]

Not human, but a sexually transmitted
disease, a bug that falls in curtains of dust
off the back of an acoustic-electric pick-up truck,
showering my roads in what would be
could have bean
a cure that stuck,
but aches and pains
are cured by blows,
and this and that
so the cook book goes.
I lay waylaid
some wherein a net
caught me by the throat,
and oh how it did choke!
To be a piece in a network,
with no real net worth
that could only be measured
by other post-births,
babies into hamsters,
the treadmill vampires.