I’ve got a thing to transmit, you see
And I’m going to tell you electronically,
Jonathan Bug told Marconi
As he perfected his radio in 1903.
You stomp my fellow beetles here,
Because you do not hear
With your huge human ear
And see vermin when we are near.
I hear but don’t care, Marconi said
The voice of a bug in my head?
They called me a genius but I’m crazy instead?
And the conversation ended and Jonathan was dead.
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