Kill the pesky bug,

He's only a bug in the rug.

A lower form of life,

But just the same a life,

He has invaded my space,

So on the bottom of my foot shall be his final place.

So I grab a tissue,

To help solve the issue,

I reach down and pick the little critter up,

Then walk him to the door,

This day I didn't mash him in the floor.

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If it doesn't sting or bite,

Or be a pest on my home site,

I repect the lower form of life,

Because it is a life.

I hope and pray,

That someday,

God will say,

He truly respected all life,

So on this day I'll respect his life,

and won't mash him like a bug,

In a rug.

Blink,

Gone