The Beetle

by Anonymous, 16

the beetle perpetually
loved the word antonym.
it loved to do shenanigans.
“peremptory!” said the beetle.
all the other bugs had a good guffaw.
the beetle rolled its eyes and said, “this is liminal.”
absent was the beetle’s teacher.
the other bugs didn’t dare utter
a single word, not to ruin the beetle’s flair.
the sky was blue.

Morganville, New Jersey