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You Bug Me

Women, not unlike insects, I could do without.

Women, unlike insects, are spiders,

yet insects, they bite; they poison,

but does not the other?

Do they not puncture flesh?

Is a heart not that?

Yes, yes they poison also

they corrupt they feed and they **** and they dismember,

so devise your webs of entrapment elsewhere,

but the bugs, they can stay.

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Feb 13, 2010
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