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Sherwin Van Truggs
Consider the story of Sherwin Van Truggs
He spent days in the garden, observing the bugs
Their delicate feelers, the sheen of their wings
Their slick carapaces, he loved all these things
While most children vied with each other in sports
Or played tag, or Red Rover, and games of all sorts
Little Sherwin was happier out on his own
Watching dermestid beetles strip flesh from fox bones
And as Sherwin grew up, this, for him, did not change
He still loved creepy-crawlies; folks still found him strange
So he never made friends, and so nobody cried
When old Sherwin ultimately sort of died
But the shambling corpse-thing that Sherwin became
Was happy (if that’s the right word) all the same
‘Cause for job satisfaction, he just could not beat
Feeding maggots and blowflies his own rancid meat