Here lies, buried butterflies.

For the benefit of my sanity and my life,
I’m holding a funeral for a swarm of butterflies.
Can’t really blame them, I used to like the feeling when they were free to flutter and free to fly.
Flying from my stomach, all the way high to my mind,
all through the day and all through the night.

Until it made me lovesick, with no warning or even a sign.
It’s alright,
I do this on purpose and this isn’t even my first time,
The best part of pest control is that nothing kills these insects like writing a couple of cheesy lines that rhyme.
Because, instead of me, I’d rather they die
and for a change, let me be the one watching you cringe and watching you cry.

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