28 May 2012
You're so tiny, you're so small,
It seems you're barely there at all,
Somehow your size is the death of you,
Something so small can't have feelings, is their view,
Broken bodies between the pages,
Your limbs staggered in gory stages,
Your helplessness always brings a tear,
For I'm the only one, I fear,
Who hates the ruthless, hostile spite,
Of those who of your deaths make light,
They say you're just a pesky bug,
Who crawls around the honey jug,
You do this cos you need to eat,
Your demise is swift and neat,
Does anyone feel the way I do?
I genuinely care for you.
Bug Rights • Opuss № I