Bugs...

I do hate bugs.

I hate the one that stinks and you know which bug is stinking the place.

I hate the ones that crawl on their bellies coming right under you.

I hate the ones that fly thinking they own the sky.



Sometimes I feel tempted to pluck their wings and let them roast over the fire.

Watch their exoskeletons turn over and crisp.

Their insides burst from the side of their bellies, boiling.

Or maybe throw them in a lake of ice.

They'll feel daggers all over their body slowly inching towards their core.

If they had lungs, maybe bugs don't have lungs and a heart, every time they inhaled they would feel needles bumping all over their lung walls.



I hate bugs