bugs
lifeisworth
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nasty little webs of give purpose take
nasty little shit sucking warriors of waste
trample through gardens our soul tending god
trample through various suffices of sod
where bees work overtime to find me my cheek
sticky sweet stingers that make me look meek
however would bring me up bioresistant
to further attacks
or entries
my fence
patrons pose to hurt and main
and maybe kill
all in the name
of glory
trophies
and winning
and all the little beetles scurry underground
quietly
shhh shhh
one moot sound
and you're a dead little bug in the way i feel
nasty little shit sucking warriors of waste
trample through gardens our soul tending god
trample through various suffices of sod
where bees work overtime to find me my cheek
sticky sweet stingers that make me look meek
however would bring me up bioresistant
to further attacks
or entries
my fence
patrons pose to hurt and main
and maybe kill
all in the name
of glory
trophies
and winning
and all the little beetles scurry underground
quietly
shhh shhh
one moot sound
and you're a dead little bug in the way i feel
Nosotros nunca escuchamos la voz adentro
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i know a dog named ringo
bugs
bugs
bugs
false advertising.
There wasn't one bunny anywhere in this poem.
The first stanza would go great with drums and yogurt.
"you're a dead little bug in the way I feel"
kickass.
ps, never really liked the phrase "kickass"
Asses aren't for kicking. They're for......well, you know;)
shall i ask miss lifeisworth to go back for edits?
me???
aw gee, radar