Monday, April 8, 2019

Bugs

Just a few bugs to work through
Or so I thought
The persistence of one
You know the one
Nags at me
A high pitched buzz in my ear
An itch on my back
Where I cannot reach
Throwing chaos one wrench at a time
Slap yourself
A futile gesture
The bugs will remain
At least though
It's only a few
Just a small few
at

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