It always happens suddenly
A danger that always looms
You see a black spot, you hear a buzzing
There is an insect in the room
You try to ignore it
Hoping it will go away
You might even open a window
Hoping it finds somewhere else to stay
But for some unknown reason
That you simply cannot explain
It stays there in the room with you
Slowly driving you insane
It chips at your patience
The annoyance grows
You grind your teeth
And curl your toes
Until you’ve had enough
You finally lose it
And you grab what you can
To crush that pest to bits
You look around, your senses focused
Ready to smack the winged foe
Till you see it, you hear, you zero in
And let loose like an arrow from a bow
You swing, hoping to hit
But it dodges deftly
You end up breaking your lamp
But you’re too pissed to aim carefully
You rise and repeat your action
Hoping one strike will connect
But your enemy keeps moving away
Knowing one hit will mean its death
You’re so focused on killing the menace
That it does not hit you
That every hit that misses
Hits something that belongs to you
You follow your enemy around
Hitting and missing at every turn
You grow angrier with every swing
And feel your muscles burn
Eventually you tire
Your arms hanging like dead weights
And you finally look around
At the destruction in your wake
Everything that was yours
Has been smashed to pieces
There is no fixing what you’ve done
Despite your deepest wishes
You reach this realisation
And defeat fills the air
You’ve destroyed half your house
And the insect is still there
And that’s the end of this poem. Now, I realise this poem isn’t really good and probably isn’t even that funny (even thought that was what I was trying to go for). But I still had fun writing this poem and I hope you, the reader, were able to at least get a chuckle from this.
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