Squirting And Hurting

Squirting And Hurting

11 August 2017

My trigger finger’s itchin’.

I’ve got ants crawling everywhere

They’re all over my kitchen, 

In my cupboards, in my silverware! 

Insecticide has its own smell.

It’s not perfume that I can tell.

But I’m out squirtin’ fragrance

Doing my best to be hurtin’ ants.

What ants like isn’t for me to presume

They’re crawling in my bathtub.

And all over my powder room.

I’ll give that place a good scrub.

Insecticide has its own smell.

It’s not perfume that I can tell.

But I’m out squirtin’ fragrance

Doing my best to be hurtin’ ants.

Ants are on my computer desk.

There’s one on my reading glasses.

It’s not gonna be picturesque,

When I spray to kill their asses.

Insecticide has its own smell.

It’s not perfume that I can tell.

But I’m out squirtin’ fragrance

Doing my best to be hurtin’ ants.

Can Keeper And Bottle Reaper

19 July 2017

Up and down the alleys and streets

The pedal-powered urban gleaners toil.

They seek and sort for their treats.

Although they don’t harvest from soil.

In the evening and thru the night

They pick thru curbside recycling bins.

Bottles and cans bring them delight.

The looted booty becoming bagged burdens.

The reprocessables are taken to be reclaimed

To be itemized by weight or count.

Then a store voucher can be claimed

And redeemed for food or a cash amount.

In a gray area, the urban gleaners

Search and sort for their livelihood.

They may be vilified for their demeanors,

But they’re good for the neighborhood.