INSECT, by mamen
Countless buggers to choose from;
Anyone will do-
Provided he is useful.
He does for me, I do for him;
We crawl over each others' skin.
Desired benefit guaranteed,
Results displayed for you to see-
A triumph for the
Entire parasitic community.
‘Ugly, filthy, vicious and vile’…
You call us a ‘disgrace’.
But we’re the ones who get
To wipe, that smile off your face.
Perfect partners in slime.
We don’t think. We scheme-
All the time.
Your dreams- ours for the taking,
A new world- ours for the making.
Doing what we do for
Ages to come…
|Posted: 2011-09-14 04:19:20 UTC|
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