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Earwig
Earwig was so helpless
When the shoe stepped on him
And laughed in his thrashed face
Humans are so bleak
To that tiny little bug
He never hurt a flea
And certainly never a human
Now he pays the price of being born
Into an earwig’s body
He suffers slowly
He suffers stone pain
Life flashing before him
Like truck headlights
In the stone of night
I, the wear in the tear
I, the grease smeared on the street
I, the earwig, easy meat…
