The Bug

This little poem tells the story of my frustrations when I was searching for a job!

A living space I do not begrudge you,
But human kindness is not so simple
And I have no wings to spread about.

You foolish buzzing thing,
I have been wasting in this room
All day, for days,
Without any meals too,
But I do not bug anybody, do I?

I do not harass you
Out of hate or greed,
But for your insolence.

If you mock my silence again,
I shall crush you
With the anger of hunger!