As I strive back home for spare keys,
the dummy i am locked them in tightly,
So I run back home all alone really wanting water,
I'm bugged, but not like the insect monster,
All I wanted after a run was chocolate milk at Randals,
Come home, shower, relax in my sandals,
Instead while gasping for air going back for keys,
A black bug flew straight towards me,
caught off guard, I eat it,
and let me tell you it was the last thing needed,
I couldn't just stop and walk it off,
oh no, I freaked like I was lost,
Jumping up and down, arms flailing all around,
I needed to puke like a sentence needs a noun,
So I squat finger going down my throat,
the fat lady must have not liked what she wrote,
because it was over, I'm doomed,
If my mouth was a house the bug was in the back room,
Oh this was no ordinary house fly,
it had the poison venom to make me a die guy,
My last moments were spent praying, lord give me life,
cut this bug out with a spiritual knife,
But then I decide no, I am Jacob,
this bug can not defeat me so I stand straight up,
Close my eyes and swallow,
Goodbye foul beast say goodbye to tomorrow.
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