Not an Angel

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. 😉

10 thoughts on “Not an Angel

  1. You certainly know how to spin a web. Very nicely done, Cubby!

    1. Hehe, glad you liked it. I didn’t think it would go over very well. 🙂

  2. Wow! Must be the day to write about delusions! What a great story and poem all in one!

    1. I think I typed and erased about 10 times now because I still can’t believe anyone would like a poem about a bedbug and a beetle. You never fail to amaze me with your tolerance and open-mindedness. 🙂

  3. It wasn’t Gregor Samsor was it?

    1. Or even Gregor Samsa? (I need to work out how to turn this automatic spelling corrector off.)

      1. No, that would be adding way too much depth into a very simple beetle-acting-as-grim-reaper-of-bedbug story. A man transforming into a beetle…such a preposterous notion.

  4. a very unusual story, loved it! 🙂

    1. Haha thanks, glad you don’t think I’m a complete nutcase after reading it. 🙂

      1. Nope i think you make the boring sound interesting, the mundane exciting. you have a way of giving a sudden twist at the end of your poems that always surprise me 🙂

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