World War Bug

Once upon a time

In a land

A land quite close to you.

There lived a little nom de plume

With nothing left to do

But sneak inside

And there collide

With all that makes up you.

It knows just what to do.

Separate.

Hesitate.

Stops all hands from shaking.

Quietly it’s baking

A brand new pie

For every guy

And gal, if they will have it.

They will, and still deny that

They have it, so then, shit…

That beggar wins it all.