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Don't Bug Me

Though thereíve been floods and plagues and droughts

The bugs survive, there is no doubt.

Meteors and long Ice ages

Donít interrupt the larval stages.

 

On mammoths we have laid the wreath,

And tigers that had sabre teeth.

Black rhinos and white dolphins gone,

Still creepy crawlers, they live on.

 

Iíd surely rather not depart,

At least, live always through my art.

But what goodís immortality,

For just the cockroaches and me.

 





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