A Bug on Its Back

There's no reward

It’s a pest to you

Don't investigate

It's probably already dead

But what

If

It just starves?

It isn’t on you

There'd be no funeral

They probably can't feel it

Or anything

I can't imagine how that might feel, so

They probably can't feel it

But when they see you on yours

When they see you on yours

When they see you on yours