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.
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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.