As I lay in
My bed last night
I was struck almost dumb,
When a beetle came to me and said,
“Your time has almost come.”
“But frack,” I asked, “What have I done? Why must I fricking die?”
The beetle merely shook his head
And said, “Best not ask why.”
He wasn’t bad, as beetles go, I really didn’t care;
Polite or not he’d be the one to have my wrath to bear.
“Why not an angel with nice wings? Schnit! Am I really doomed?
I can’t believe I got a bug instead of bird!” I fumed.
The beetle’s wings began to twitch, I think it was a laugh.
“An angel bird? No, I think not…but how about giraffe?”
“Oh, you’re just a bug!” I said enraged, “You can’t say that to me!
I’ll squish you like a little ant. You’re toast! You’re history!”
The beetle was now rolling round. “It won’t be much a fight.
You are a bedbug after all, so why don’t you sleep tight.”
Note: This was about a bedbug who believed that he was human.
I bet you’re somewhat familiar with this saying: Every time a beetle laughs, a bedbug dies. 😉