I remember you little, six-legged buggers,
and I can clearly see why some of your annoying
species are called piss ants.
With your overwhelming numbers, you invaded every
apartment, every house I lived in in the Philippines.
You came up from the floors, down from the roofs,
though the walls, the windows and the doors.
You got in my cabinets, my closets, my bed, my food,
and my towels. Twice you bit the hell out of me.
You made me come after you like the scorched earth
tyrannical Stalin purges
with a Caedite eos. Novit enim Dominus qui sunt eius
indifference to your deserved and more than justified deaths.
And I know if you have post offices in your underground hideouts, there are pictures of me, ant public enemy number one, hanging on those post office walls.
Bob Boyd