They’ve taken over the kitchen
crawling over the counters.
I’d mount an offensive, but instead
I head for my computer to log them.
They’ve marched into the living room,
they could spell my doom, but
I’m in tune with their reason
any time or season is their time.
I would spray, but the effort will not kill them,
The attention would surely thrill them.
It would only instill them in my voice;
my choice of them keeps all others guessing
and I’m expressing them as they fester,
they pester my mind’s psyche.
and it might be crazy, but
I never get lazy when I’m infested with words!
© Copyright Walter J. Wojtanik – 2013
Inspired by POETIC ASIDES – Day 15 (Infested Poem)