Amoeba

you amorphous mass of luckless ephemera
Branding with your ways our third world
My stomach your prose inspires
I hear you are also in my mouth
And in my ass
Diuretic and yet a fine swimmer!
Amoeba
Why am I puzzled by the abuse you wreck upon your Host
Is it hard for you to die?
Are you then a wretch-polluting empathy?
Your formless-see-through protein impacts
You simplest cell of all
Spreading wildly through antibiotic professions
You’re worthy of your name