Too Clingy
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					He is a beetle
											He has not openly stated his goal
											
											
											
											For some time now [it's reported]
											he has been trying to self right
											But he must have dozed off in the briefing
											or been issued a faulty righting unit
											because he is shit at it
											
											
											
											              His inverted pacing is constant
											              No bursts of panic
											              No pausing to invite any doubt
											              He is focused
											
											
											
											I remember when I first saw him
											heading back to the pool
											I received a handover on the situation
											Following     three ___ paused ___ thoughts ___ 
											I offered to help
											
											
											
											
											I focused on the fact that no one had said
											
											
											
											              'Do not touch those
											              samurai armoured
											              dish antennared
											              chunky arse beetles' 
											
											
											
											              So ___ 
											
											
											
											after turning his substantial mass rightways
											I set down my airlift palm and he strolled aboard
											Targeted destination:
											              under a bush
											
											
											
											              He was such an enticing freak
											              Totally grateful
											              Completely co-operative ___ Until
											              he just became a little too
											              clingy
											
											
											
											As his grasps of preservation increased
											pinning my hand through his 6 barbed legs
											I heard instruction from my instinct libraries
											
											
											
											              'Put the
											              samurai armoured
											              dish antennared
											              chunky arse beetle down' 
											
											
											
											I turned over my hand ___
											He tightened his innocent grip
											I shook my palm downward ___
											He held on more mightily
											
											
											
											A switch in my urbanised brain was then thrown
											and with a pulse booming recoiling flick
											his olive-self barreled away through our air
											
											
											
											
											
											
											
											
											
											
											
											
											              Embarrassed ___
											              I made an apology
											              for my out scaled reaction
											
											
											
											
											
											
											
											
											
											
											
											
											And now back on the tiled walkway
											he did take a pause
											perhaps checking in with the reference
											of his own survival library
											
											
											
											              Then immune to resentment
											              and as if time was un-necessary
											              he ambled off ___
											
											
											
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