I woke up this morning to the sound of the first bug of spring
Throwing his little bug body against the ceiling again, and again, and again
Making that annoying little bug tap-tap-tap noise
As he tried to kamikaze his way through the ceiling tiles in my bedroom to freedom
I used to just take a newspaper and swat them
But now that I have become this zen-like idiot savant
I have become the bug
And now I am free.
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