Bug In His Ear

She would put a bug in his ear.
Its crawling or dancing I fear.
For she's way too young for me.
Timing its not right, I'm free.

Free, its a controversial word.
On thing must I have overheard.
When have I been free to be me.
It was just a breakfast really.

Was it more cause I can't tell.
Can I or do I just try to yell.
Cause the bug is actually here.
Crawling into our mind unaware.

Exciting thought with my wings.
Has the bug took over to swing.
A life of this path disturbing.
She I could go one so nurturing.

Shock and awe for known better.
And what comes and this letter.
With just a swat to let it die.
Tiny legs crawling lest it fly.