Do I look like a ten tonne beetle to you?
One that you can strap a saddle on
And ride around like a cowboy
While wearing beetle themed chaps
Centipede skin boots
With bowchucker spurs?
I don't appreciate being lassoed down
In an undignified position like this
With your knee in my thorax
Your thumb over my eye
Do you even know what you are doing?
You look like a tourist you know
With that cheesy red scarf bandana
Laying upon that ladybug rodeo shirt
It looks like you're wearing your pajamas
A rope around my head
That's the opposite of what I want
And no
I'm not thirsty
Stop dragging me over to the trough
Say
Who's that reflected back at me there?
Oh
That's me
I guess you're right
I am a beetle
Carry on
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