a boxelder bug infestation
is not cause for a celebration
I advise a stomping party
their smashed stench will be foul, but hearty
The rats are running a race,
Keeping their people in place,
Placing opposing forces in action,
Causing a big distraction,
As they watch their plan happen,
The opposite reaction,
Giving them the traction,
A sense of satisfaction,
Adding another faction,
Using inhumane interactions,
Throw in an insurrection,
Some misdirection,
A whole lot of deception,
The recipe for inception,
Once you let them in,
You have an infestation,
An invasion of your soul,
Giving them all the control,
While you thought poles mattered,
They splattered propaganda,
Proper pandemonium,
Created those in command,
Planned as something to fix them,
Directed by a mixed up system,
Affected by another symptom,
Racing around for a bit of income,
Becoming one of the victims,
Slave to a system of depravity,
Their rats in every capitol and city,
Hiding in every cavity,
Overrunning your way to be.
Nearly thirty inches below normal of rain this year
It's caused an infestation of critters who lurk near
Droning on and on, annoyingly buzzing in my ear
Waiting for the chance to stick me with their spear
With needle sharp weapons, like the point of a pen
Round and round my head they fly, again and again
I need hands to swat at them... the size of Big Ben
or maybe freeze them with liquid nitrogen or cryogen
Oh, bad mosquitoes! What a big proboscis they possess
Despite their intent, they've failed to cause me stress
Such wicked bites will never leave me a bloody mess
When they've fallen at my feet, I'll just say, "God bless."
I don't live in fear of them because it's all a charade,
the army of bloodsuckers, who seem to be on a crusade
to defy peace in every home, they've chosen to invade
So, it's time to zap the pesky insects with a can of Raid
I was outraged at the affront.
It was a predictable daily stunt.
So many uninvited guests,
Uninvited guests!
Uninvited guests!
Ridding myself was my test!
Then I got the email:
“I’m a roach. May I encroach?”
Similar sounds and letter alliteration are literally leaping and precipitously punctuating the
perforated pages of my mired, muddled mind..
Making mental maps for future fun in meditation mired muse, meticulously masks the
real reasons I rise from my favorite fluffy floral flecked futon.
It seems somehow strange but my favorite finely fitted floral flecked futon is infested full
of flippin’ fleas. I feel flabbergasted!
It could be the culprits causing this consternation are cats coming into the corridor
constantly carrying the creepy critters in. Crap!
We’ll have to hurriedly heave the whole heaping kit and caboodle of carnivorous cats into
a crate and fumigate the frolicking fun loving finicky felines. Fine!
Fortunately, I’m finished..…….finally.
Infestation, an intelligence decayed. This creation, a mistake that was made. Devastation, a
world has been destroyed. This creation, will now soon be void..............The time has come
to terminate these parasites that thrive, ungreatful, careless, they shouldn't be alive.
Intelligence and power, gifts they have recieved, destroying the world they live in, choosing
to be naive...Infestation, an intelligence decayed. This creation, a mistake that was made.
Devastation, a world has been destroyed. This creation, will now soon be void..... We know,
they'll put up a fight, but they will never see the light, mayhem, will soon be sent, won't stop
til its the end... Infestation, an intelligence decayed. This creation, a mistake that was made.
Devastation, a world has been destroyed. This creation, will now soon be void
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