Black Beetles

Black beetles. In black trousers. Black beetles. Tight vests. Long arms. Muscular. Vipers. Vesticular. Works for the below. Those behind. The puppeteers of the show. Globally planning. Workings. Slice. Then become a one. One. How fantastic. The news showed a death did it? Or was it a murder? Yet no noise omits from a red line. No noise. Oh. And the state? Well it is to be blamed upon the ingestion. The digestive workings is never wrong. Or can it be? Black beetles. Black beetles climb stairs. Entrances are easily obtained by their demeanour and charm. Wam. Wallop. And in. Climbing. White glow from painted walls. And plant pots. Innocently witnessing the event to come. The purple cloth soon turning red. But inwardly. No marks. Nothing. Silenced. In silence. A rainbow. Lifting left leaving. Lifts. Black beetles. Black beetles in their van. Awaiting their next instructions. Awaiting. Coffee poured. Let the headlines begin. Shocked out heads around. Black beetles. Jaded stares. Black beetles. Coleoptists . No ha. No x. Black beetles.