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Bug Boy
His father was a lawyer Mother a psychologist He was just a boy who liked to torture bugsWhen they'd go out to workHe'd go out to play With pockets full of weapons Bugs you'd better stay out of my wayHe'd say There's no love, no understanding I just torture the bugs It's survival of the fittest And torture for the winnerHe liked to get in garbage cans And capture little bugs And burn them with a magnifying glass After he pulled off their wingsHis father did not think it right To pick upon helpless things And his mother did not understand How he could be so unfeeling
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