BEETLE


He spends most of his time on his back.

And not catchin’ dome in the sack.

He’s a hitchhiking, steel-spike pitching,

Family-ditchin’

Piece of interstate trash.

Whose honor, whose home,
Whose pillow, whose gold

Is his tattered backpack.

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