Die, Trash

A mosquito came by swiftly

In my corner while cooking

So, obviously and undoubtedly

I wanted to kill the little fucker

So I adjust my aim

With my almighty slipper

To end the short life

Of this wretched creature

 

But the little bastard

Escaped from the clutches of death

And disappeared as if into oblivion

Away in my room

Away from a terror

Away from a disastrous ending

Away from reincarnating

Into a less hated creature

 

Hit or miss

I guess sometimes I miss, huh?

 

So the night goes on

Forgetting that I had

A little visitor hiding

Somewhere in my property

 

But right before I go to sleep

What do my evil eyes seek?

The little visitor once again

Was overstaying his welcome

On the dry wall

 

Hit or miss

But this time I don’t miss, huh?

And the wall gets decorated

As my room gets liberated

From a guest that won’t be missed

 

I smiled, widely and proudly

As once again I’m left alone

Alone in this night, alone in this room

Alone with my lamp, my books

My music, my groove

Alone with a dead bastard

That thought he could live there

By my side

Without paying rent

But I proved him wrong

And that was good enough for me