They say that God loves beetles most of all
Because he made so many species of them.
The theory goes that, when you get to call
So many creatures “children,” you must love them.
So: what you make the most is what you love.
In that case, I must totally adore
Mistakes -- they’re everywhere -- the offspring of
My pride, my cocksure arrogance, my poor
Decisions -- every one a different bug,
Mating and reproducing once a day
Until my world is knee-deep in a rug
Of insects who will never go away
And treat me like their private sushi bar
And say, “We’re not the nasty pest -- you are.”
copyright 2010 Matthew J Wells