The Worst Insect Poem by Kevin Patrick

It’s a bug that won’t die, when you swat it with paper
Emerging unscathed from a cache of repellants
It neither hisses nor buzzes but it dashingly tapers
Zipping with remoteness to your aggregated annoyance

It tiptoes and scuttles in every business and home
Levying its plated Stylets for its parliamentary cavity
Watch as it chews your provisions to the bones
Nimbly sucking its proboscis from your private Property

There’s not a place on this earth it hasn’t imbibed
Not a man or a woman that has been voluntarily leech
It draws out your hemoglobin for its need to survive
But it’s a necessary evil to keep tributary peace

More endurable then a cockroach in a nuclear strike
It continues unabated through the New Year to December
Like a Mantis it propagates through its fatalistic bites
Copulating drafted lovers with a fix rate that it dismembers

There is nothing on earth which can stop this insect
Not a teaspoon of borax or a fat man of Raid
Will eliminate this nuisance and keep its mandibles in check
From robbing your possessions and squeezing at your pay

It doesn’t have six legs but it does make you tremble
Meticulously climbing in your wallet like a sponge
It’s annoying and it’s dreadful and you wish it could be crumpled
Yes Taxation is a pests that’s even worse than a bug