Arbo, the mighty mite
gets into your eyes
makes you lose sight
does not happen now
in a day or two
blurry eyes and quick to temper
soon it's up the nose
germs in the brain
your senses not at bain
and your enemy takes aim
He is but a harbinger
prelude to a takeover
a mess of social disorder
as an invasion takes order
Arbo has friends
a left and right hand
both his "number one"
Botulism isn't a religion
but under the eyelids
you'll go blind
Encephalitis ain't no giant tits
lowers your mental guard
and you start shooting kids
Maybe there's a third
of fear and anxiety
a dance in Melioidosis
Swollen eyelids
ulcer in the eye sockets
something in your eye?
Aya ya, you play host to Arbo
check yourselves!
lest you provide him
and his friends
a room with a view
