A Bug’s Life

Wandering without aim

into your space we came

i, myself, feel the same

 

as a box elder bug

ignored with a mere shrug

or swept under the rug

 

feet convey such mistrust

try to turn us into dust

we elicit such disgust

 

careful to grab their purse

they will start to disperse

before we could get any worse

 

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