A Bug's Life
A Bug’s Life
I hate bugs that annoy me.
You know the ones.
The hit and run, touch and go… hahaha.
At the picnic it is the ant.
They are really more than one, so ants…
Everywhere, especially where you planned to sit.
How do they know?
Yet, put them on a farm and there is no alarm.
You can watch them play and learn all day.
The fly, is not my friend.
He is not yours either.
Did you know he poops when he lands and leaves…
Whatever he has landed on, where-ever he is going.
Think that through.
Ick.
The tick the flea and things I can not see.
Biting me and leaving marks.
Let me tell you, “I would like to leave you…a few.”
Scorpions need a verse all too themselves.
They light up under black light. That is funny to say; and to write.
I have no idea why…
They carry their babies on their back,
so they will not eat them for a snack.
Nice moms.
I love spiders. Not everyone does. I can understand the anxiety.
They bite and have sticky webs. They kill things and eat things.
Sometimes that is not all bad.
Perspective.
Lastly and by far the most on top of all at the moment…
The mosquito, the one.
The single one that has flown past, back and forth for an hour.
I know your name, I am coming for YOU!
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