I sense a pest amidst...

Sugar pebbles melt...
Under my shoe, in my felt...

He's positive,
adding smiles,
giving charms...

A hunch seems normal.
Charmingly social...
Chizzling...

And then something
sends a shiver,
noticed with a red flag
at dinner!

The exterminator looks
negative carrying
toxic fumes made to kill.

The anxiety! Ugh! I need a pill!

Filled up with concoction
made to calm. An exterminator
sets a off a bomb!?

Well, I can't go back in, so
I call my friend...

She has an extra room.

Yay, I'll be there soon!

So I walk in, it's all smokey.
Old saloon.

There's more and more.
Before long, I'm asking...
A party of four?

Oh this is her happy place...
The life for her!

The neighbor comes.
To my surprise...
They smoke some more.

Dinner?

Well... Pest Be Gone?
It worked!
Um, my mind has
gone too?

There's so much
I'm walking through!

I had some sugar, and
don't remember a pill!
Is my mind shrunk small?

My heart is broke.
The exterminator is
walking tall...

She's blowing smoke.
I left her house.

Did I tell a soul
a date?

Another life offers!
Another toke!

Can't buy! Wallet's broke!

A white coat
always in a hurry...
Calling the shots!

How many I had crying,
"I want my Dad!".

"You're embarrassing yourself!
Sit up straight! Conduct! Construct!
Don't you make a muk!"

Uh-hu-hum!

"I'm up! I'm up!
I'm sorry I dozed off!"

"Oh you know the statistics
reveal it's all normal dispite
the antisocial schematics.
What's antisocial now anyways,
Deear? It's silly really now how
eighty percent are considered just
like this! ...aaand...".

"Um? I need to get to class!
May I be excused?"...

Freaking WEIRD dream!
NO more cream in my tea!
NO clouds in my drink!
NOPE! No SUGAR for me!


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