Bugging Out
Richard
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I woke up one fine morning, feeling something strange,
down at my new body, oh, this is quite change,
Legs a-wiggle, shell a-shine, I’m not sure how cope,
Living life as a giant bug, there’s really hope.
I’m bugging out, bugging out, in this crazy world,
With my antennae up, my plans unfurled,
I’m out, bugging out, trying to get along,
Who knew insect’s life could inspire a song?
The cat’s indifferent, dog’s afraid, Mum’s clutching at her pearls,
Dad’s got broom, and Grete’s fainting, it’s a rollercoaster whirl,
Tried text my boss, told him I’d be late,
Ended with pizza, oh, life’s a twist of fate.
I’m through the chat rooms, looking for my kin,
Found toaster transformation, but no one quite like me within,
call with colleagues, they’re laughing, can’t believe,
I might a giant bug, but I still know how to grieve.
Scuttling ‘cross the floorboards, dodging every broom,
Avoiding all sunlight, I prefer the darkened gloom,
Work’s a lost endeavour, my boss left quite a note,
But I’m adjusting this new life, even if remote.
So here’s to metamorphosis, in this digital age,
Living life as a giant bug, on my very own stage,
I’m bugging out, bugging out, making my own way,
Learning to embrace this life, what may.