A Bug on Its Back

There's no reward
It’s a pest to you
Don't investigate
It's probably already dead
But what
If
It just starves?
It isn’t on you
There'd be no funeral
They probably can't feel it
Or anything
I can't imagine how that might feel, so

They probably can't feel it
But when they see you on yours
When they see you on yours
When they see you on yours