Exterminator Poems - Poems about Exterminator

Driving through the neighborhood in a shiny armored truck, The exterminator arrives, looking to make a few hundred bucks. He goes from door to door and asks to come inside: And he already knows there's nowhere the pests can hide. The exterminator swatted a mosquito and says, "You've got to G-O!" He stepped on a cucaracha with his boots and...

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humans ... little fleas no universal import arrogance filled pests...

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Spiders Big ones fat ones Juicy ones angry ones Mean ones No worries. Until you’ve been bitten By a brown recluse 300,000 spiders can live on Six acres of land. Well isn’t this nice to know Since I live on six acres of land When you add my neighbor’s land Because you must Since spiders like to roam I live with potentially two million Spiders give or take ten or...

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I suppose there are no new problems in the world to be exterminated, well, I mean, of course there are as many new problems as there are creatures having a new day today, but I mean I suppose there are no absolutely unprecedented types of power-struggles about comparative freedoms to and from with short and/or long-term health and love's...

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The Exterminator acid filled raindrops crash down on my memories burning cockroaches...

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