Stenopelmatus(Jerusalem Cricket)

I live about a year on earth
Not very long at all
I do look a bit ominous
An insect
and as a rule
I love heaps moistness turns me on
Excites me in a way
I cannot fly I live in rocks
I am a night soul
So during the day
I really prefer just staying put
I rest during the day
I am very sad I cannot fly
Central America I lay
In semi arid earth
And actually do not bite
Unless you disturb me
Then I bite with all my might

You will know if I have bitten you
It will be quite sore
You may develop quite a rash
Of feel like flu and more
“Nino de La tierra”
Child of the earth
That’s me
I love the taste of decaying plants
And do honestly
My life really quite solitary but sometimes
We find friends
Jerusalem crickets some call us
Or Potato bugs which sends
Frights up human beings
But honestly we try
To avoid you and get on with life
And that friends is no lie

Our one disappointment
Is that we can’t fly
And love the rocks and garden heaps
Where we love to lie.
If you find us in your house
It’s likely that your gutters need
Cleaning out
For we are drawn to detritis
Without a doubt.