In I walk
alone,
And my
presence is noticed
On the
border of a pane
Or over
one’s glasses my path is
I evoke
such a feeling
That is
never with glee
Cover up
your vessels,
I’m on a
licking spree
Not one
that is pretty,
Not one
that is quaint
I’m
generally stuck to you
If the
dampness is constrained
My wings
beat wild,
My eyes
roam free
No stink
can stop me
I’m
despicably me
Ok, the
butterfly is a darling
And no
one’s better than the bee!
I see no
need
To add to
my injury
I may pick
up dirt
Or play in
muck all day
In the end
of all
I’m made to
pay
My
existence is worthless,
You scream
all day
Diseases I
carry,
Hence you
keep me at bay
Not
difficult to maintain,
My needs
are little
Give me a
king’s meal,
A drain or a puddle
Why can’t
you love me?
Is my innocent
reverie
I don’t
even sting or bite
Oh poor me
Punished is
my start,
And my end
you see
So let me
fly my life away
In sweet
misery
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