The Assassin Bug in liberal anapestic tetrameter Are you looking for work? There's a vacancy in the Central Intelligence Agency. The replacements for gun-toting federal thugs are predacious, voracious assassin bugs. Just short of an inch, this is no colossus; Waiting in ambush with lethal proboscis, Stabbing the unwitting prey from behind, Plying a trade that's been grossly maligned. Injecting a toxin to digest their tissue, It's a meal I'd decline without taking issue. It sucks dissolved prey through a lengthy nose, an unwholesome truth that I've pledged to expose. They are found in all hues of light split by a prism, on occasion, they resort to cannibalism.