</>This blackened figure that might resemble a bug of sorts... <br />Hides in shadows and has practice for his team's baseball, one of man's most favorite of sports. <br /> <br />Antennea wriggle and searches for meals... <br />T'will be plenty of bloody like looking of spills. <br /> <br />Drip, drip, drip in the city, at night... <br />Victim's with health that look shitty-what looks, they look like they are scared and a'fright. <br /> <br />'Tis not expected that human victim's are slightly bright... <br />Heh, heh, heh, i'll get these puny humans-i'll clean the bones spotless <br />and blindingly bright and shinning. <br />Where's that fork and my other giant steak knife? ... <br />I'll gobble up more husbands and maybe even a wife(or two) . <br />My space diet has been long over due... <br /> <br />Slurp, slurp, slurp, and a happy gulp. <br />I'll lick my lips and wring your fleshy bloody bodies into fine reddy pulp... <br /> <br />Yeeeeeeek! , said the topless go go girl. <br />Right after i bit off her left arm she began to gag violently and loudly <br />she did ever so violently hurl... <br /> <br />I approached her with the lone thought of those cute lumps from her chest upon my gums, kindly protruding from between my teeth. <br />The tortal end of the earth's population is what to God, in the end that i'll bequeeth... <br /> <br />Blood bath clensing the world of all that is evil. <br />I'm like a termite or hungry oversized Boweavel... <br /> <br />Munch, munch, munch and a slurping sound of a crunch. <br />Look out tummy cause here is my yummy soft lunch... <br /> <br />The moral of this story is don't bug anybody in the shadows-unless you can see what is about to eat you for lunch.<br /><br />Michael Gale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-bug-buddie-s-lunch/
