Monday, December 6, 2010

A Brief Uproar, Sans Etiquette

Pitter patter in the attic
Hardly even noticeable
But why take a chance
You're an aspiring exterminator

Almost certain it's taken care of
Without even realizing the situation
Refusing to believe the circumstances
You add villains ad absurdum

Solace becomes an illusion
Always a few mere millimeters away
Can't reach so what's left to do
Commit yourself to insane acts

Can't stand it any longer
Nothing extinguishes the nuisances
For power over annoyance you vie
Cutting the power chord is the answer

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