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The Daily Struggle
by: Maya Wilson
I made friends with a wasp today.
There she was—flitting and buzzing about
In all her red and yellow glory...
Nah, I'm just kidding.
That motherfucker stung me, and she stung me good.
You could say I was squirming and writhing in agony or whatever,
but you'd be forgetting an entire half of the story.
You see, upon feeling the deadly thing's stinger,
I clocked that bitch right where it hurt
(Or basically all of her, if you wanna get technical.)
I guess I should've run away or something smart like that,
But you know me.
Cold-blooded ho. That's right.
My swing only seemed to piss her off more,
So she made a bee-line—or should I say "wasp-line"—
Towards me, ready to sting with her butt again.
Goddamn, not even Kim K's ass is glorified as much.
We circled around each other for a bit, each eager to strike
When the fuckin' thing attacked me a second time,
But you best believe I was ready.
I smacked that wasp with a flipflop and down it went.
Mission accomplished.
For those of you wondering whether all this really happened or not,
Of course it fucking didn't. And if you believed me even for a second,
You're a dumbass.
Carpe Diem.
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The lovely inspiration I find at work, oh it's just joyous...
Hasta la próxima,
Much love xoxo
Maya
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