Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
The Transmogrification From One Annoying Bug To Another Less Irritating Bug
I once thought myself to be
A maggot writhing around in
The garbage, in search of meaning
Until I emerged a fly, able to
Speed away from disgrace and danger.
When I came upon a mirror, I saw
That I was no fly, but a majestic
Butterfly; that I had never been
A maggot in the trash, but a
Caterpillar in the garden,
Waiting to morph.
It's always worth a second glance.
9-7-10
A maggot writhing around in
The garbage, in search of meaning
Until I emerged a fly, able to
Speed away from disgrace and danger.
When I came upon a mirror, I saw
That I was no fly, but a majestic
Butterfly; that I had never been
A maggot in the trash, but a
Caterpillar in the garden,
Waiting to morph.
It's always worth a second glance.
9-7-10
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The Transmogrification From One Annoying Bug To Another Less Irritating Bug
The Transmogrification From One Annoying Bug To Another Less Irritating Bug
