Pest Control
By Shaun Sykes
Composed on September 6, 2000

 

Constantly they bother me
Pester me for things,
Look for me to comfort them
Oh the grief it brings!

Seeking out my help for them
Calling day and night,
Soliciting my sound advice
Tempting me to fight.

Pest Control, Pest Control
Can you help me please?
I’m sick and tired of this game
And I think you hold the keys.

Assist and rid me of these pests
I speak of family first,
Then friends and neighbors, acquaintances
All of which I’m cursed.

Pest Control, Pest Control
You are my last hope,
If you don’t rid the pests right now
I fear I will not cope.

Back to Writings    Poetic Sequences