So there was this tiny speck chillin’ on the paper I was writing on
which I only noticed ’cause the paper was super white.
It was moving around, and I was about to crush it with my pen,
When I realized it was a bug, not dust.
It stopped for a second, probably scared
Because I was wielding a giant fucking pen of death,
And then it ran off toward the words I had just written.
I think it drank some of the wet ink. Weird.
But I guess it thought it was gross, too,
‘Cause then it scurried off again.
I guess it was a pretty smart little fucker.
It was super goddamn small,
To the point that I couldn’t believe it even had legs,
But it must have ’cause it was running all over the place.
After running maniacally for a while, it calmed its shit,
At which point it seemed to have come to terms
With the fact that I was probably going to kill it.
Now let’s be clear: I’m not some fucking pussy.
I’m not into all this “save the animals” shit, or whatever it is.
But I felt kinda bad for the bug.
It wasn’t bothering me or anything,
So I just let it chill.
I’m a pretty smart dude,
And this seemed like a pretty smart bug.
I’m always glad to see intelligence of any form on a piece of paper,
‘Cause most things people write are such shit.
