Buggy Annals

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Nothing in you, nothing in me,
Nothing as far as eye can see
Nothing to say who made me,
Nothing makes itself plain to me
Nothing will be my guide and creed
No absolutes but what my thoughts decree
Ruler of my own destiny
Master of sky, land and sea
No limit to whatever desires mingle, set free
It’s all about me, from A to Z
I’m free to decide what’s best for me
What’s wrong for you may be right for me
Ask Mother Nature, what’s cruelty?
Evolution’s progress, look at me!
[SPLAT!]
– Last sounds of Nobigbug Butméé

PHOTO PROMPT © Miles Rost

Genre: Poetry
Word Count: 100

I’ve been rather under the weather lately but roused myself to participate in Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers and Eugi’s Weekly Prompt. I’ve read many of the entries already and am inspired. Eugi asks us to use any variation on the top photo or the word prompt (“mingle”). Rochelle asks that we use the photo prompt (above) and limit our words to 100 or less. Check them out!

32 thoughts on “Buggy Annals”

    1. James,
      The cause of his demise is open to speculation. Was it willful? Or not? As he pondered his estate, he could have tripped, fallen, and encountered the bottom of a sandal by happenstance. Anyway, no more buggy wisdom from him.
      ~🕊Dora

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  1. And he was so full of himself, thinking he was the crown of evolution… and then… splat. Thanks for the good laugh, and it came so unexpected. I hope you feel better soon!

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