I’m gonna hunt down
that damn bat
you know the one,
that filthy winged rodent
causing all this mess —
I’m gonna chase it down
with my butterfly net and
my lysol spray-gun
and when I catch up to it
I’m gonna strap it to
a really uncomfortable little chair
and shine my keychain light into its
beady black eyes until it confesses
to everything.
We have a goddamn right to know —
what possessed you to leave the
dark comfort of your cave,
only to end up in some
poor guy's soup.
Your careless wingflap just caused
a fucking hurricane
thousands of miles away —
tumbling down
the entire empire of cards
we've all taken decades to build.
I mean, how could you be
so blind?