Sir, I know you wish to catch local thugs
But I’m dealing with giant bugs
All this region’s atom testing
Got to Mother Earth molesting
And her revenge, she’ll take full soon
Not with an exploding moon
But with stingers and in swarming lines
And “chitter! chitter! chitter!” whines
If you’ve ever feared things insectile
Are they better when they stretch half a mile?
If no, I would suggest “flee!”–
Though they’ll still catch you rapidly.
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You might enjoy “There and NEVER, EVER BACK AGAIN”, my slightly dystopian fantasy novel.
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