I perch on the bathroom throne,
Thinking I am alone…
Then feeling a crawling
Up my leg (appalling),
I brush it off quickly and groan.
But there is nothing there,
The “bug’ vanished into thin air…
It sounds so mean
While feelings careen
‘Tween fear and utter despair.
Infections for a diabetic are worse,
Enough (a continual curse)…
Of phantom bugs are really adverse!