My name is Haley Gilarwald
and I am a force of nature.
Not too long ago, the stink bugs invaded our city
Unlike aliens or the usual sort, these were just
plague.
Like swarms of locusts they came, but they never seemed to eat, rarely seemed to die.
They just clustered.
And wings, sounding like B-52 bombers, they rattled around the bare watt bulbs and roared, and I
Swear
to Jesus God
Drove everyone here mad.
I hate the little ********
I sit in my room, typing a dreadful paper for a dreadful class
when that hell sound shows up.
(my floors, they are hardwood!)
and so I stood
notebook in hand
and skivvy clad
I played tennis with the swarming thing
they do not die!
like men, they only keep coming back
little war machines
buzzing at my discontent
NO MATTER HOW MANY I FLUSH, THEY ALWAYS COME BACK
THE SAME.
(I am certain that they cannot die.)
May 19, 2013
May 19, 2013 at 9:38 PM UTC
My name is Haley Gilarwald
and I am a force of nature.
Not too long ago, the stink bugs invaded our city
Unlike aliens or the usual sort, these were just
plague.
Like swarms of locusts they came, but they never seemed to eat, rarely seemed to die.
They just clustered.
And wings, sounding like B-52 bombers, they rattled around the bare watt bulbs and roared, and I
Swear
to Jesus God
Drove everyone here mad.
I hate the little ********
I sit in my room, typing a dreadful paper for a dreadful class
when that hell sound shows up.
(my floors, they are hardwood!)
and so I stood
notebook in hand
and skivvy clad
I played tennis with the swarming thing
they do not die!
like men, they only keep coming back
little war machines
buzzing at my discontent
NO MATTER HOW MANY I FLUSH, THEY ALWAYS COME BACK
THE SAME.
(I am certain that they cannot die.)
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