by Gus Kilthau
A poem to bug YOU
|"The way things work around this place
is often bad - a big disgrace.
I got here happy, colored red.
Now nothin's right. I'm sad instead."
"My tummy hurts. My feet are sore.
Broke my specs. Can't see no more.
Used to be, I'd smile a lot.
Now I'm sad. All's gone to pot."
"I feel like I've been in a fight.
All beat up. Nothin's right.
I know I said that stuff before,
But, big doggone. My mood is tore."
"My job's to bug you. Don't you see?
Then when I can't it flat bugs ME.
So, that's why Nature changed my hue
From pretty red to real sad blue. "
"You thought 'twas just mosquitoes bitin'
that you'd be worryin' and fightin'
but here I am, a bug all blue,
'Guess I'll be stuck with bitin'You !"