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Moth moth moth moth moth; time of the month for moth moth moth
moth
Behemoth, moth, fill your path, path, path, path, path, path with moth,
moth
Zoom, zoom, zoom, zoooooom, zooooooooom, zoooooooooom, across,
cross
I get cross at the profusion of bow tie looking moth, moths, moths, mo,
mo, mo
More moth, more moth, sick of moth, in my clothes, in my hair, whizzing
round
There. I wonder how they all know which one is which? They are all
little
Kamikazi fanatics, flitting around near the death death death death
death death death
Flit, flat, flut, flut, groups of all the sames in their brown and
beige old man
Outfits. They sit on the wall and fly in your face but obviously not at
the same
Time. They get their little brothers to gang up on you when you don't
want them
Around. Doth, I loathe thine moth, especially when they falleth in my
broth,
Or indeed any comestible you care or not to mention. By a wing and
a
Prayer, they are there, jittering and twittering round like a nervous
paranoic
On some sort of useless man made drugs. If they were Goths, moths, then
they
Would wear raggy black clothes and whiten their thorax. Pupae in the
carpet-
Nice new pattern of eggy lumps. As uniform as a perfect circle. Circle
of moths,
Flying in their moth pattern. All nervy nervy nervy twitter, flitter,
flitter. Moth
Moth Moth More Moth moth moth o-moth, o-moth, o-moth. The wrath
of
Marauding moths. Hover, hover, hover-the bother bother bother of
irritating
Little nothing things in your face. Like being alive in Merseyside.
Merseydied
I sure wish it would. But it's hard to eliminate from existence as dear
dear
Moths. Moth, moth, moth- doing their weird flut dance, pracnce, dance,
dance
Moths are mangy and deliverance of pest brown disease. Make me
wheeze
The little buggers are in the everything- infest they are pests moth
moth moth.
jasmine maddock
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