I do not kill instinctively,
and never once, maliciously.
But Mosquitoes who choose to sample me,
I quickly squish with hand clap glee.

Taking joy from sadistic swat,
denies compassion which I've got
but manage to suppress a lot
while sleeping naked when it's hot!

Mosquitos who might try to drain
that wine of life from my blood vein
should heed this rhyme and wise refrain
from picking me for their champagne.

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