Vermin Folk

Difficult to kill 
So hard to keep at bay 
The scurge of the earth 
Scurrying away 

When on comes the light 
I see antennas and legs 
Headed for the shadows 
To regroup and re-arrange 

Crazy People Angry folks 
Messing in my life 
Changing their stories 
When the truth comes to light 

They keep coming back 
Like those hard to kill bugs 
I pretend they're invisible 
That I've swept them under rugs 

I've gone through all the stages 
Acceptance; disbelief 
I've vented all my anger 
I've vented all my grief 

I've come to understand now 
That it really is the truth 
There's no point in leaving poison 
When you can pick up all the food 

When there's nothing left to feed on 
And no water to drink 
They'll scurry off to somewhere new 
And leave you to your peace