When I see your skinny legs
Poking from your gaudy robes
My belly roils like scrambled eggs.
I want to scream and run.
You taste nectar with your toe
Oh, how you disgust me.
You can't travel alone, no, no.
You bring along your family.
Others praise your noble grace
I just see fragility.
Corpse lie in every place
Waiting to surprise me.
Why do people who display
Your dead body under glass
Always look to me and say,
"Becky, you're one strange lass!"
--April 10, 2013
Prompt: An Un-Love Poem. Anyone who knows me knows I have a deep hatred/ disgust for butterflies, especially Monarch Butterflies.
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