Insect Part Two
Insect Part Two
The truth is, my first insect was murdered
Right by these very steps
The death came at the hands
Or should I say, feet, of a postal worker
I called it Insect Sam
It was old and missing a limb
Three legs…maybe more…
I don’t remember
It was very long ago
And poor Sam surprised me
Insects of his species don’t move slow
But to his credit, he was a simple ant
He had nowhere to go
My next bug will wear a collar and stay inside
Away from further postal compromise
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