They move in uninvited,
when will they go away?

Change the locks, shut off the power,
it seems their here to stay.

Taking up space, making noise,
is all they seem to do.

Bothering morning, noon and night,
anger reactions just won’t subdue.

These unwelcomed guests who have arrived
turning my life upside down.

Wasted energy pondering constantly
to move them out of town.

Trying to ignore this infestation
is like a redundant hymn.

They are a weed and must be cut
at the base of the stem.

Rented space by the wrong guests
always causes trouble.

I think I’ll call a wrecking crew
and turn the place to rubble.

Copyright © 2007 Ronald J. Edwards