You see, for those with bumbling graces,
whose good looks rival that of a botfly,
oozing their sickening infectious traces,
deplorable thoughts they always decry.

If only those opinions carried the world,
life must be hard with just one clean hand,
the other hand amassing filth, tightly furled,
in the mind's eye, oath breaking scum is grand.

Monstrous pile of leavings hinders me greatly,
surly whisperings from those unchaste,
My own opinions kept so sedately,
despite attempts my pride won't be misplaced.

I applaud these scurrilous double standards,
My visage is of no one's concern but mine,
detestable tongue swinging out in slander,
my loyal bug nature will continue to shine.

The mind's eye encourages a blind eye,
so let me impart a little fact,
a bug is so lowly, a betrayer held high,
I love this superior, better than thou act.

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Note: This is a very generalized poem though none
of my poems are on light topics. I don't dedicate
this to anyone in particular. Thank you for taking
the time to read my work.

Penned by my hand on the 1st of Ero, in the year 732 AF.