Bugs came back, poem (251/365)

I hate these bugs
Springing up like horror film
Killers
Just when you
Think there dead it
Was never that easy
But the most annoying
Painstaking, sad part
About both things is
All energy it took
Running away
Hiding in small
And uncomfortable
Places to avoid them
Wasting perfectly good
Supplies buying stuff
And not having it work
To kill flies or bad guys
Tears on my ant posion
Pissed and screaming
About it
Hope that they
Leave and never
Come back
That it does so
Bad no one wants
A sequel
No straight to DVD
Just that fly away
Leaving me
In peace

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