Pests

The hardware store holds products
pledging to rid us of our fears
Tape and traps and poisons circulate
All within our personal spheres

Pests within, pests without
Tis a common thread
In our angst to be rid of them
We only heighten the dread

We cannot do this ourselves
We need to hire a pro
They can get in where the cretins lay
And wander to and fro

The cost! The smell!
Is it worth the darkening pall
Questions linger, and I wonder
at the sanity of it all

Perhaps it best to my mind
To let them have the house
Rather than to blow it up
On account of a single mouse

20 lines abcb form (at least I think so)
8/28/22