Are you like a wasp in this world,
As essential as the bees,
But no matter how much of your worth you hurl,
Butt with a stinger, you're what "no one needs".
Are you like a fungus in this world,
A bad-repped brother to a mushroom clutter,
But what most don't know, you're a freedom fighter,
Bringing disease to its knees and cleaning out our gutters.
Are you like a bat in this world,
Alienated through pop culture, and gothic literature,
But you bare your teeth and bite,
Bugs, tens of billions of dollars in service to agriculture.
YOU ARE READING
Waiting for the Rain to Fall
PoetryPoems that twine thread around the broken bits of a soul, that fling umbrella lips into beaming buckets and kind of just make you want to say, "life is beautiful, isn't it?" - a totally unbiased review from me, the author.
