So I wrote a song about the bug on the radiator. It goes like this:
The Mug
Look at that bug!
It’s so dumb
On its pavilion, the radiator
It just wanders around drunk
like it’s 5PM on a Wednesday in some,
abandoned industry town
Looking for God knows what
Does it not know about the state of things in this state of things?
We’re at war, and the statistics show we need to be more aware!
Read a goddamn newspaper
Circles around for 10 minutes, ignoring the immensity of our current situation, it discovers the edifice of its desire. The Pine figure imposing upon the field of vision of this lady is erect, at complete attention…
Attention…
Pay attention!
The orange oddity turns to the statuette, looks cautiously and places its front two at the base of the structure and
…Stops. And stares. The lazy fuck. Get a move on already!
But then it dawnnnssssss on me. The creeping fog wisps into my ears, past the drummer, and into my brain bank….
There’s a bug!
A bug!
A bug on my mug!
That freeloading oval is looking for a free ride!
Like hell! It’s my property!
I earned it, and the authorities agree!
Stupid bug. Doesn’t even know how the economy works.
The benevolent creator that I am,
I trickle down my hand and
punch
the motherfucker back in its place.
Stupid bug. On its new pavilion. Under my thumb.
-Kenny Jacobson