All that racket!
No use shooting
them.
Cricket....
Cricket ....Cricket....
billions of them.
Not much ammo.
Got to consider that,
plus the time.
The time -
Gotta get some shut eye.
Now the slamming starts;
car doors -
back door -
heart valves.
Bill`s damn dog
ain`t gonna stop yapping.
Gotta think about the law,
while a gravel truck
off loads in the back of my head.
Still fingering the solution,
As it gets lighter
In my hand -
gun metal
tastes
like
relief.