From bathroom pipes, kitchen sinks
From inside cabinets, drain and sewer points
The cockroach approaches in a flash of time.
Once sighted, woman gets scared and yelp
A chance for the brave husband to help
And to flaunt his bravery and might.
Seizes the broom sitting at the corner
When the brave man comes with the broom
The sly cockroach is already lost from sight
The brave man hits at every nook and corner
Misses the target, and the mission to kill, fails
Leaves his wife in utter despair and anger.
Finds the pest below the cot and hits it hard
The cockroach struggled but did not die
Broom snaps, pest flees without a trace
Nastiest pest, nocturnal in habit
The insect at its best at night
Rarely surfaces in broad daylight
Finds escape routes to hide from sight.
The insect loves and lives in grime and filth
Ill at ease in open space and broad daylight
Always in hiding and retreating to dark
Pale tan , reddish brown, glossy dark to black
Shades of repulsive colours, gross to look
Notorious for infestations and spreads diseases
Now hogging limelight in media discourse.
Time place
scope and space
recover planning with
hazmat desires
actions by dissent
proportions to unoutcomes
serial deliverance by
traveling non neural pathways
around psycho resilience via
domestico-dysfunshun
huma huma incestations fielding
familial inbred infestations
leading to blind intonations thereby
catapulting negative Ego equations.
Can we abide by selfless endeavors?
Well! sycophantic misanthropist, verbose agitator of spite
Club footed whore master, couldn’t goose step for his life
Malicious propagandist, spreading hatred in every breath
His wife willing disciple, poisoned their 6 children to death
Demanding patriotic nationalism, big speech carcinogenic
Snickers in vehemence, sardonic grin, genocidal eugenics
Never dirtying his hands, an aryan superstar, not by blood
Master race aspirational, looks into the mirror then shrugs
Doctor of nihilistic supremacy, swearing hypocritical oaths
5 ft 4” gigantic paradigm, inferiority complex, slow growth
Promising victory up to the last, faithful to his fuhrers flag
Cowers from nearby artillery, blasting Swastikas into rags
Hiding amongst his sewer rats, goes insane down a bunker
Mixing morphine with champagne, to alleviate going under
Saved the best cocktail for last, cyanide and bullet casings
Fitting end to crawling malaise, and cockroach infestations.
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24/02/2021
ps. is it at The End that giants have no fear of shrinking,
do giants mostly sit and rest on their giant chairs,
then hunt like a dancing gypsy elephant.
Governments promoting good paying jobs, (not Calif.,Texas, etc.)
boosts the economy,
governments promoting low paying volunteer jobs,
attacks a developed economy,
add to that,
your smelly, filthy big feet,
and you end up with a less amount of small town hospitals open,
due to big foot infestations,
quit destroying our hospitals,
quit attacking our economy with your big foot army,
wait a minute,
where did our infrastructure go,
oh I see,
when you say infrastructure spending,
you mean big city infrastructure spending,
big foot infrastructure,
from the big foot bank,
well then,
start loading " The Threes " on the back of the truck,
like a Mexican taxi,
then take them to the big city for " treatment ",
and don't forget the attitude adjustment,
you don't want to have to do any informative talking,
what kind of maniac sets the stage on new worlds.
This summer, as ever, there's much to do.
But only one or two things I want to do.
I told Alan that, like him, I'm never bored.
But today, like a teenager, I'm both tired and bored.
The long expanse of summer stretches forward. Alan plans
the next 2 years in advance, always moving forward. I can't plan
the next 2 hours, sitting on my ****, undecided whether
to clean the house, make a list of prospective donors, or check the 5-day
weather
forecast. Fires out west, hurricanes south, drought here
in the east where the garden phlox withers and the corn's stunted. We
hear
prophecies of armageddon, doom, but humans may go on another
thousand, million or billion years
undaunted. What is that to you. A day alone in your room and a year
are inexplicable. Now and then a vacation, baseball game, night of love.
A divorce, a death, a drouth. To survive and prosper we must love
all of it, insect infestations and world wars, cloud curlicues and square
dances, work
and weekends off. Knowing the unknowable = never knowing how the
world works.
LET MY BEETLES GO ! !
And it came to pass
That a lone beetle was crying
In the wilderness, alas,
After many years trying
To release all the beetles around
From the misery of slaving -
Building a great ant-hill mound.
(For the ants, a great time-saving ! )
And he warned the ant-king
That his beetles must be freed
From the bondage of working
Because of the ant-king’s greed
“Let my beetles go !” he said;
But the king hardened his heart,
“They’ll work till they’re dead. . .
When this mound’s done, another will start.”
Then plagues - small, great, some worldbeaters,
Were sent - ant footrot, antshell-itis,
And infestations of hungry ant-eaters.
The king said, “How great your God’s might is !”
. . . and he let the beetles go.
Autumn’s rumor
is spread in turning trees,
revealed like stains
on hems
of far Missouri hills.
Few search
or care or know
your soft fruit—
few dare taste
tart sweetness—
trouble
to spoon aside
infestations
of seeds.
Like seasons,
they go to waste—
not savored,
unused, unappreciated—
burled relatives,
overripe pawpaws
past remembering,
lingering
as age spots of early fog
on winter’s
stern harvest.
I ran a scan for infestations
looking to rid all the complications
the viruses through my heart still course
the heartaches and their remorse
the scan says all herein is clean
I think it's wrong...that's what I believe
or it's embedded way too deep
I know it's there I feel it seep
There is currently an increase in bedbug infestations
due to an increase in foreign travel.
Bedbugs, hide during the day to feast at night.
They inject an anticoagulant into their host
to keep its blood flowing as the insect feeds,
as well as an anesthetic agent
to keep the host from feeling the bite.
A number of products can control bedbugs
but the difficult part is finding the bedbugs
so that they can be effectively treated.
Due to bedbugs desire to avoid light
and fondness for tight spaces
they are often difficult to detect.
However political campaigns
are always a good starting place
in finding such blood-suckers.
We seine them up
like dust
in pollen-stained hands,
briefly weight them,
balancing them in minds,
determining worth,
profundity.
And like those before,
we toss them absently
into wind—
winnowing maple seeds—
whirling them from us—
as we shape lives,
change destinies.
Now,
they seem to flit
to nothingness,
like us—
pale night insects
pestering
opal moons,
infestations of night
thickly settling
on the liquid glass
of our tongues.
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