Stung

They surrounded me 
With utter hatred 
Flying in sting
Sting yellow jacket 
Pain and swelling 
Filled my hands
Oh what burning 
These brilliant yet 
Barbaric creatures
Can inflict upon a soul
My innocent composure 
Was just trying to fix
Rotten wood 
Devious yellow striped
Whipper smackers 
Of ill will do they know?
Obviously or they would 
Be equipped with 
Some other form
Of defense by design
They say they can
Remember faces
Well two weeks ago
I filled their humble
Cantankerous abode
With foam sealant
Obviously today I
Thought I was safe
Little did I know 
Pelted with flying
Carnivorous yellow
And black hellraisers’
They must have 
Remembered me
Thank God for advil
And calamine lotion 
The war will finish 
Tonight at dusk 
When my wasp 
And hornet killer
Shall take back 
My home.

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