The Buzzing Mind

Red, blue, yellow, green
bugs are flying at the screen
door again. It’s sad to say
that no matter what, they won’t go away!

I spray with the intent to kill,
but they seem to have the will
to carry on regardless. So I
will have to swat that fly
in order to have any peace of mind.
Or maybe I’m just too kind,
allowing them to be there now
rather than having a cow.

So I close off my mind,
reading a book to unwind.

The buzzing comes again,
and my focus is lost. Then
I drop my book and scream,
“Why must you wake me from my dream?”

I kick my book and walk
into my kitchen where the tall corn stalks
can be seen outside my window.
And there were the damn bugs, wouldn’t you know,
who buzz and claw to get in.
I know now only one could win.

So I turn on the stove and open the door,
knowing full well what is in store.

The sweet smell of gas
enters my nostrils, and the pass
of time seems endless. Those bugs
stare at me with uncaring shrugs.

“Peace will be won today,”
are the last words I say.
The match I struck, and the damn bugs
with their uncaring shrugs
were no more.

And I smile and adore
the peace I have made.
Was it worth the price paid?