Oh little stink bug you hang out all day
You have got no plans, but
You have time on your hands.
In everyone's business,
All over town,
Just talking trash,
To bring them down
Oh little stink bug please just go away
Everyone's tired of the void talk in and out every day
Rampaging thoughts of easy whores
Little did you know my little wildflower will have no more
Lessons were learned and thoughts were spread speak over her again and your life I'll end
Oh little stink bug these are my final thoughts
Just go away because your life is worth squat


Penned by my hand on the 24th of Mayan, in the year 865 AF.