ODE TO THE MOSQUITO

In through my open window they come
and bombard my room
a squadron prone to glitch my last nerve
oh how I hate you m***********s
the filth and dirt you bring in my territorial air
the flutter of your erratic winged flair
aerial combat in it's truest form
the spark for the wright brothers
gravitational brainstorm...
but I am a weapon in my own making
the truest enemy you will have
from the day of creation
I will flatten each one that steps in my path
partially insane, talking to myself as I laugh
I am the bloody surface to air missile
the wiper of blood with a tissue
I admit I have issues when it comes to them
my unholy hell punishment to be covered in
the plastic grid an extension of my arm
I was given a gift to do them harm
I'm quick with pin-point accuracy
I catch them unarmed
I am merciful at best
with the kiss of death,
swift, I never miss...
a flick of the wrist,
"I GOT YOU B***H"...

Reviews

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and I thought I detested flies. You have me beat, this is awesome Rene.

[Coyote Poetry]

I was station in Asia, Africa and in Central and South America. The mosquito could make your life hell. I recommend a mosquito net when traveling to the places where the bugs control the environment. I like your story. Sometime mosquitos can make a night a pain in the a*s. I like the ending to the excellent poem.
Coyote

[Kenneth The Poet]

Very nice. You should call this "Ode To The Mosquito".

Either way, this is a funny piece.