Pest Control

Uptight, but lazy
Upstanding young lady
You've gone off the rails again
Setting a table for dinner outside
At three in the afternoon

The cul-de-sac's battling
A roach problem, bringing in men
Masked, with guns

Our armored apprentices
Scavenging food from the plate
From under the nose
Like we've been doing for years

Decided to meet up inside of that tent
That big stripy one
Orange and green
That's where our troubles began

In two minutes flat
There was blood in your nose and my eyes
But we didn't mind

Decided to call up some friends to drop by
For a snack, for a smoke, for whatever
Then Elizabeth's mom called the cops and they found us
Green, gasping for air
Luckily we didn't care

And that's how at fifteen
I detached from optical vanity
What a mess that we get to share
The two of us making it somewhere

The men that you know and the oats that they sow
Are keeping trade secrets in boxes
You can light up the car or scream out from afar
But they're driving absurdity homeward

Blonde headed arrogance
Children of privilege
Screaming and crying for blood

A nice summer stroll
Interrupted by stifling pestilence
Clouding the sky
Reclaiming what never was mine

My best friends from home started going to meetings
Of one certain type or another
New names and addresses and
Real hidden messages
Crying O how we are right
O god, take us back to the tent

And that's why at thirty-three
I've detached from my magnanimity
What a crime, to ask to play fair
So I'm depositing hopefulness elsewhere