A poem thatís not really a poem about insects and ass cancer

You ever have those thoughts
when driving your truck home
where you wonder random crap
like what happens if you get ass cancer
and end up shitting grease patties
in adult diapers
or what ever happened to moths  
to make them so fucking needy
all of the goddamn time
wondering in some universal way
if human beings evolved from insects
because they smother, sting and die
have you ever driven long into the night
with the weight of a thousand cables
buzzing useless affairs across the state,
listening to people talk about bugs  
and malignant shit gumbo
because I guess itís a reason to live.
Written by 24601 (John Brady)
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