I hear the bugs calling
They beckon for me
They want me to know
What it's like to be free
To live in their boundaries
Of which they don't know
They live simple lives
But remorse they don't show
They live for a day
If they're lucky a week
They see their lives grand
But we judge them meek
No concept of choice
Death bad, life good
Spread genes and die
More large beast food
Their lives seem so plain
But what a wondrous thing
Though they live in cold skies
They can still bloody sing.
Author notes
I was a big fan of the movie A Bug's Life when I was a kid, title seemed a fitting small tribute.
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I have a fly buzzing around that I swear has lived here for a year! nothing I do kills him either. Not the swatter, not spray...he just keeps on buzzin! Nice write you have penned.
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