Bugs

I may be crude, rude and lewd,

Certainly not a geriatric dude.

Just a link in the chain of food.

Right from the start, the germs are queued.

By mid-life, we're all red meat stewed.

The bugs are insatiable, no matter our mood.

Still there at the end, when we're finally unglued.

Like away goals, loudly booed.

But try as you like, they can't be sued.

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