"You don't have a clue," I said to Lou.
You drank milk, smooth as silk; when you were born, as was the norm.
My mother Peg, made me eat an egg.
Try walking on six, which is quite a mix.
You think your muscles are sore?
I have thousands more.
It's not easy to be me, keep listening and you will see.
Your eyes are two as you view; glasses makes four, if you want to see more.
Mine are twelve for sight, but can only differentiate, dark and light.
Mine is on overdrive, and to survive; 5-6 times I shed, to move ahead.
Your responsibilities go on for years, with your peers.
My job is one, only lasting for weeks; eat, eat, eat, until it leaks.
My life changes in drastic ways, in the passing days.
I alone had to eat as ten horses, for my metamorphose.
Now I'm a Monarch, out of the dark; flying in the light, ever so bright.
As you can now see, it's not easy to be me.