Inebriated Insects
Inebriated Insects
Something is different
Something has changed
Something is not as before
The insects have made their own alcohol
And are falling about on the floor
From the largest, horniest and hairiest
To the tiniest least thought of at all
From the whopping great meatiest spider
To the speckiest fly on the wall
Watch them scrabble and scrawp round the carpet
Getting dizzy then trying to sing
Some will wish they had never got started
Others won’t remember a thing
[With Legs]
Daddy long legs has ended up legless
Beetles think they are forming a band
Bluebottles are utterly reckless
There’s mayhem around the lampstand
They are streaming out of the woodwork
Screeching as loud as they can
The air hangs thick with the smell of their sick
As they swarm to and fro with no plan
Antennas and feelers all flapping about
Those bloodshot compound eyes
Cacophony reigns of that there’s no doubt
They’re horribly desensitised
Moths are on meths
Earwigs have gone deaf
It’s a terrible hullabaloo
The ants and the bees
Fall on to their knees
There’s nothing that anyone can do
I’m shocked and I’m stunned
Should I stand should I run?
Or lie here rubbing my eyes?
Is it real tell me please
Am I on LSD
Or is the DDT’s?
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