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Billy The Bedbug


Dada dada, dum dum
Dum dum, doodly doo
Dum dum, dada dada
Dum dum

Let's rave!

Put your hands up in the air for that pest,
Billy the Bedbug
Who heck is that you ask
Shoulders you may shrug

Well, he's the baddest bedbug
To ever hit the town
Since the maid forgot Room 302
Never did the turndown

Billy's a little tiny critter with an awful bite
Like's to dance and party on your back all night
While you sleep, him and his buddies creep

Creep creep
Beep beep beep
I say
Creep creep
Beep beep beep

I say, hey there Billy
Watcha doin' there on my belly
Snackin' on my button
Like it's peanut butter and jelly

I say, hey there Billy
Watcha doin' there on my willy
Like a skeeter on my peter
I might just whack it off

Uh oooooh
Oooooh no
I think one of your friends
Just crawled up the crack of my ass!

Dum dum, doodly doo
Dum dum, dada dada
Dum dum

Let's party!

Go Billy go go go Billy go go go Billy go go
Get outta my bed
And please let me get back to counting sheep

Beep beep
Creep creep creep
Beep beep
Creep creep creep

I say
Oh, Billy, won't you just go away
At least until I check out for good
Then the room is all yours
And you're free to stay

Creep creep
Doodly doo
Beep beep
Dada dada
Dum Dum
 
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There's A Bug In Your Software


You might look upon me like I'm a tiny bug
I maybe short, but I'm a lyrical thug
That's right, Bitch
I'm Billy the Bedbug
What's up?
Look down
I'm here on the rug
Here to object to the lack of respect
As you piss me off
Diss, dodge, and deflect
Make others feel small
Build yourself up to ten feet tall
Big fuckin deal
I'll scuttle myself up the wall
Look you straight in the eyes
This forced perspective of mine
Forces you to realize
This silly emphasizing of size
As if height somehow matters
To be reckoned with
I'm the force that'll wreck ya
Shatter your perceptions
Leave your ego in tatters
Who in the room can spit a jam like me?
Certainly not you
Fool
Thinking you can outdo
The rappin' arachnoid known as Bedbug Billy?
 
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It is in this thread and no other that I propose the posting of only insect themed and memed poetry for the purposes of not infestating the archive of Literotica or clusterfucking it with an inordinant amount of creepy crawlie anthropobomorphisms. And I will not be held accountable for any poems submitted into my Wiki engine that I have deemed sucky.
 
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Hey, Billy, I'm a little worm,
looking for corpses to be fed,
I'm made of aids and chloroform,
can I come in and joint your thread?
 
Bugger the bugs! hear grown men cry
It makes me go weak at the knees
My buttocks contract
My thinkings unrapt
As a flea it's a yell to displease! :eek:

A bug needs a hug just like anyone else!
Despite a plethora of legs :eek:
For some, heads 'n' tails
No diff'rence prevails
So take care, you girt buggers, we begs!
 
Hey, Billy, I'm a little bee,
mistaken for a butterfly,
all sorts of bugs I still can be,
for this thread I should qualify.
 
Captivated by her wrappings
Drawn like a moth to a flame
Until I realized her endgame
Too little to late
Trapped in her weaving
Preventing my leaving
Woven web of lies
Now encapsulating my fate
 
Talking of spiders,
what is worst:
They're easy riders
at low cost.
 
Along came Pelegrino
A spider with eight boxing gloves
Aspirations of being a prize fighter
Slugging it out with the slugs
Floating like a butterfly
Stinging like bee
Hung like a dung beetle
Crazy like Quentin Tarantino
 
you don’t miss much
but what you miss
is hard to touch
but sweet to kiss.
 
ODE TO A HOUSEFLY, by Percy Dovetails
Philosophical Ruminations on a Beastie in the Booze

Oh, hail to thee, tiny insect so small,
Swimming around in my bourbon highball.
Back-stroking, breast-stroking, movement of wing,
Now up on the ice cube, poor cold little thing.

If you stay there too long, you'll find with remorse,
Your ankles will numb and your buzz will get hoarse.
Catching cold is unpleasant for all little flies,
Bloodshot is gruesome for multiprism eyes.

Some people hate flies, take my old Cousin Sam,
He gets in a snit when you sit in his jam.
I've seen sister Sally turn red as a beet
When you walk on her nose with your six sticky feet.

When you walk on the ceiling, your brow seems to frown,
Does blood go to your head, when you stand upside down?
My optometrist friend, a dear boy named Rex,
Makes bifocals for flies - he calls them fly specs.

Now you're coughing because you are so full of trouble,
Or is it the bourbon that's making you bubble?
You should get off the ice, the temperature's minus,
You'll get frost in your navel and a wee touch of sinus.
 
on these rotten shores
the lacewing daintily decorates
green branchlets
hangs pale green bulbs
from stiff silk thread
lighting up my day
 
A flea and a fly in a flue
Were imprisoned, so what could they do?
Said the fly, "let us flee!"
"Let us fly!" said the flea.
So they flew through a flaw in the flue.
--Ogden Nash
 
if i were a centipede
with feet and feet of feet
i'd wish for half as many arms
and make bug-boots - how sweet!
 
Butters scuttles
Skitters and skutters
Inside the cookie jar
Tracking her stinky
Rinky dinky
Centipede feet
All over my very last
Nutter Butter bar
 
they saidi woz
an ugly bug
and soi hid away
then summer came
ispread my wings
and flew away to play
 
Bugs of the world unite
and go into her bed
with a collective bite
to make her blue world red
 
I watched a cockroach climb up the wall
Admiring this lowly roach
How it slowly did crawl
Until he let out a shout
And took his namesake out
Waving his cock about
Free and tall
 
One cold winter night
as I sat a rockin
came a rap on my door
a knock knock knockin
Who could it be?
Queried I in the dark
so far from a town
in these woods
cold and stark
Is it you, evil raven?
I called from my perch
or that fucked up preacher
who begs for the church?
Nevermore! Nevermore!
cried a voice so forlorn
So i threw off my blanket
weathered and worn
and flew to the window
to cast out my scorn
Not bird nor beggar
did my eyes lay upon
with his nevermore call
his winter night song
not a sheik in a turban
with a beard iced and long
but that drunken ass fly
that steals my bourbon!
 
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Drone Strike


Poetry should be fun

Like mischeviously grinning
Before gladly giving the middle finger
In the face of the assembly line factory
Literary society has literally become of late
Weigh the sting of my sarcasm by the ton
And rate this efficiently deficient combination
Winning at failing to keep up in an even steady pace
Losing the three-legged race you and I have always run
Lagging behind with feet dragging out of sight
While in my mind I'm freely streaking naked
Under a July sun so warm it bakes this skin of mine
Alive as busy workers buzzing toil and thrive
Somewhere in the corrugated hive of imagination
Can't stand your idle dronings any longer
No time to linger

Hear my thoughts swarm



My thoughts swarm



Swarm
 
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Blonde Widow


Feet up in the air
Toes unfurled
Trembling

Lithely legs everywhere
Curled around my body
Grappling

Such beautiful hair
And extraordinary markings
Trappings that lured me into her lair

Now a sanguinarium
Where I am victimized
In weavings of her silky blonde threads

A petite creature
To say the least
Feasting like a starving mad beast
Gorging on my succulent cured meats

Living to eat me

Eating me to live

All manner of juices
Whatever I had
Sucked dry

There is nothing more of myself to give
 
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