The Life of a Bug
Hiding in a mug
Or crawling under a rug,
Is the life of a bug.
Things are so snug,
And slow paced like a slug,
That is the life of a bug.
Stuck in a jug,
Full of countless drugs.
Time to pull the plug,
For the short life of a bug.
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