Flying Over the Cuckoo's Nest
The bug was extraordinary;
he sprouted wings to fly.
He was above, taking in the clouds
very keen of sight.
He pretended to be a fighter pilot;
his imagination was extraordinary.
Sometimes he imagined that he was Snoopy,
fleas and all.
Can you imagine a flea on a bug?
He could.
Somehow he navigated the magnetic fields,
or maybe flew
by the slant of the sun.
His destination was not ordinary.
He had goals, that boy.
One evening
he conjured up a human
and swallowed that man
by accident.
See, the human flew
right into the bug's mouth.
Rightly so.
Justly so.
The bug had no windshield.
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