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.

Moth, Bug Off

Moth, Bug Off!
10 March 2015

In my dry bathtub stall
There was a moth on the wall.
It had a pretty wing span
In shades of brown and tan.
“Poor moth,” I cried,
“You’re supposed to be outside."
The windows all had screens
Obstructing any easy means
Of releasing the moth outdoors
To fly in nature’s corridors.
I picked up a flip-flop
And with a very loud pop
Brought a instantaneous end
As the flier was flattened.