04-04-2014, 03:46 AM
Pest
Please leave my species alone, your
presence is akin to the plague.
Better scuttle back to your nest,
on those thorny chitinous legs.
How I loathe your acrid parlance,
its vitriol and vinegar.
Do not taint my multihued blooms,
spoil their delicate nectar.
Heartless below that carapace;
with one stomp, all threat would be snubbed,
your hemolymph oozing sickly
green and fertilizing my shrubs.
Lie low in the dark sodden loam
beside the decomposing wood,
exiled to your repulsive realm
in the shadow of the Monkshood.
Please leave my species alone, your
presence is akin to the plague.
Better scuttle back to your nest,
on those thorny chitinous legs.
How I loathe your acrid parlance,
its vitriol and vinegar.
Do not taint my multihued blooms,
spoil their delicate nectar.
Heartless below that carapace;
with one stomp, all threat would be snubbed,
your hemolymph oozing sickly
green and fertilizing my shrubs.
Lie low in the dark sodden loam
beside the decomposing wood,
exiled to your repulsive realm
in the shadow of the Monkshood.
My new watercolor: 'Nightmare After Christmas'/Chris