I hunt the house to find migrating gnats

I tap my fingers on the table top
I can’t keep still and  some days I just hop
I shout coarse words to let off steam  in bed
I wear a mobile phoneme on my head

My eyes roll round the room like  marbles rare
I  levitate as I dye my own hair
I  study linguistics   as I pray
I light the fire with matchsticks every day

I’m losing weight by running up  big bills
I eat my food  and  visit  flour mills
I wash my clothes by  hand and dry them flat
I hunt the house to find  migrating gnats

By bedtime I am glad to  lie down flat
So they awarded me an Aegrotat