bug shoe

millions of bugs, billions of shoes from what from what should i choose what do i do what do i choose what do i do what do i choose. millions of bugs, bugs rain from above billions of shoes place prints in the mud dead of night my cat steals my chips all the while bugs stealing my bits oh the shoes, and oh my the shoes my feet ache, and eyes ponder what is that buzzing over yonder the swarm approaches take cover furious cloud built of blades born to destroy and munch on grain my field field, eaten to dirt i am a farmer, my name is gurt