I try to be inclusive with bugs that visit me.
I don’t mind an occasional stink bug hanging around,
Or even more daringly, sitting on my shoulder.
And if you don’t kill these odd shaped bugs; they don’t stink.
I don’t mind a capricious lady bug that suddenly flutters her wings,
As if that adorable lady insect is flirting with me.
But I hate those annoying, meddlesome gnats,
Who made it forbidden for me to have flowers and plants.
Like Beezlebub’s flies, they annoy the hell out of me.
And if I were the Ruler of time and space,
I’d damn sure have no space for them.
Bob Boyd
Author: BobBoyd
Age 80. Cancer survivor since 3 years ago. Work out 3 times a week. Ride my exercise bike 2 hours a day. Live a solo reclusive life. Retired a year ago from working with the elderly in a nonprofit. Started writing poetry a little over a year ago; most poems I write are fictional but some are not. Spiritual with a permanent spiritual experience. Write poems on many subjects. Always researching for many of my poems and because of my unquenchable thirst for knowledge. After reading and hearing about many near death experiences and death bed visions, I believe death is the ultimate awakening and the relocation of a lifetime. You may believe differently, but you have the right to be wrong -- I'm just messing with you. :-)
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