#116 Is Being Invaded

The polka dots are marching

Marching on my bed

Marching on my pillow

Marching around my head

I lay amid a myriad

Collection of dots

They make my eyes cross

My skin breaks out in spots

When I try to get away from them

They chase me to and fro

Following me upstairs and downstairs

Dotting me, frotting me, wherever I do go

I know just how this will end

I'll be one big polka dot

Lost amidst the others

Lost and identical to all the lot

There's polka dots on the dog

Covering his fur from nose to tail

I throw him in the bath

And scrub him till he wails

Nothing works, and nothing will

The dots march ever on

Covering and consuming

Obscuring like a locust swarm spawn

So many polka dots

I've lost all sense of self

They are so dense now

I'm beyond all help

They've conformed to all the colors

That used to be there before

And there are so many of them

They cover every little pore

Now only a microscope could see them

So densely they are packed

But I know they are there

I was there the day they stacked

I don't know what their purpose is

I've asked, and they have no words

So I've come upon a solution, and a mindset:

"I, for one, welcome our polka dot overlords!"