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A Million Dead Ladybugs

Early morning on the block
They’re chasing dry gin with gun shots
Insects wiggle in wet paint and vinegar
Urban blight, suburban sprawl
They’re closing in on us all
Scumbag
Dirt bag
Fleabag
Free bag
A million dead ladybugs littered on the windowsill
Couldn’t make a single wish before they all were killed
Flipped a switch, roaches scatter
Flipped it off, didn’t matter
Written by nickbar (Nick Bartek)
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