Everybody picks on me,
They say I wear a smell, you see,
I know that I'm an ugly sight,
But I'm not here to sting or bite,
So you need never be alarmed,
For I won't do you, any harm,
I'm just a little bug who strives,
To fight each day, to stay alive,
And I don't respect your strong persistence,
In wiping out my brief existence,
For, when I leave this earthly plane,
Will anyone have learned my name?
So, if you stomp on me, you'll find,
I'll leave my signature, behind,
And that way, you'll remember who,
Was once alive, beneath your shoe,
So, before this little bugger goes,
Just one last thing:
Better hold your nose!

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