Hold my breath (but not too long)
As the bulldozer sweeps away
The dust mites’ kingdom.
Pray hard that the dudus ain’t litigious
‘Cause I just did away with their precious habitat.
The spiders are demonstratin’,
The house centipedes feastin’,
And the fruit flies hiding in the corner.
Apocalypse is bearing down on them:
“The end of the world! The end of the world!”
And you!
You just stand there watching,
Doing nothing to help them,
Doing nothing to give me a hand.
You compose silly sonnets in your mind
As the grease gives way to suds,
And I scrub the kitchen floor,
Mop it up and wipe it dry.
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