Reflection on Insects

Mon, 08/31/2015 - 18:01 -- RKAdams

Women are like gnats.

They only come in packs.

Some nights they don’t show up,

Some nights they just attack.

 

What’s worst about them, though,

Is that when they’re finally done,

You’ve swat yourself a hundred times

But haven’t killed a one.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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