OUTTA WORK
I have no nickel
I have no dime
All I have
is too much time.
Well shut my mouth
and call me crazy
I could be pushing
up a daisy,
Not hiding from a bug
I cannot see–
Teeny tiny him and
big fat me.
Evolution’s
dirty trick
lets mutants make
thousands sick.
Feasting on innards
they replicate
draining life from
the most delicate.
If praying helps you
please give it a try.
NOW, not in some
sweet bye and bye.
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