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Beetle Mania

I can drop a bomb from
Any given height
I can beat your Tom-Tom
Whenever I'm in flight
I can find you when awake or when you're in a slumber
I know every move you make and I have got your number

Never mind your ID
Never mind your iris
No hole will be hidey-
When I bring my virus
No need for remorse, because there's nothing I forgive
I'm a super beetle-bug, and I know where you live

I'm a little Gregor
I'm a tiny Samsa
Rich man or a beggar
I know where your lambs are
For I'm a wolf in cockroach clothes, a hard hat and a shell
And when I bring you heaven I advise you: run like hell

I'll find you in the vomit
Of an earthquake's after-slurries
But you can't buy me in Comet
Nor in PC World nor Curry's
For I'm a super-scarab with a world to spy upon
And I've been sent to get you by a future Pentagon

Read the Independent story about 'cybugs' here

Read Bill's 'Bill Posters' blog by clicking here

Beetle Mania
The University of California, funded by the Pentagon, has worked out how to wire radio receivers into the muscles and brains of beetles.
14 October 2009


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