Lately we’ve had some unwanted guests in our apartment,
Mainly in the insect department.
We usually have a great system,
To find and kill them.
I’m the detection,
And Jolynne’s the protection.
But she’s left me for the day,
And I can’t keep my nerves at bay.
As night approaches,
I’m getting more and more afraid of roaches.
Something touches me out of nowhere,
And I hear my heartbeat blare.
I swipe at my arm,
Before I realize it was just a false alarm.
I carry on like its no big deal,
Even though on the inside that’s the opposite of how I feel.
While cleaning house as a distraction,
I spot a monster of insect extraction,
Only this time it’s not an abstraction.
I see it scurry from the corner of my eye,
And I’m not going to lie,
I feel like jumping off my balcony to die.
What do you do,
When you don’t have your knight in shining armor to protect you?
God I wish she was here,
To cast away my fear.
For you see,
Jolynne’s reputation has a dark underbelly.
She’s normally known to be sweet, generous and calm,
But when it comes to ruthlessly murdering bugs she has no qualm.
Around these parts,
There’s a rumor she collects insect hearts.
Those who say cockroaches could survive a nuclear outbreak,
Have never witnessed the total carnage Jolynne leaves in her wake.
All insects are mere fodder,
For her fly-swatter.
And look at me all frantic for a gun,
Just to kill one!