the pest.

his bad days
bleed into
my good ones,
getting blood on my
sheets,
staining them,
and
i scream
"you asshole!"
but he can't hear me
because he's not listening
and neither is anyone else

he just sits there
in the corner
with his hands over his ears
and a mouth that never shuts,
whining about how
bad his life is
and
feeling sorry
for himself
because he's fucked up
one too many times
to make things
right

(what good are hands if you
can't crush things
with them?
or
feet if you can't stomp
away the lives
of pests?
or a mouth if you
can't say harsh
words?)

it's 3 am and the
pest is knocking
at my door again
and he's woken me up
from such a lovely dream

"i'll get it!" She says,
and She gets out of bed,
gets dressed
and answers
the door while i try and
sleep until
he goes away,
but
oh no,
the pest is crying
and i can't sleep without
Her
next to me
anyways
so i get out of bed
erect as the eiffel tower
and walk to the door
screaming
"what! WHAT DO YOU WANT! PLEASE JUST GO AWAY!"

and there he is
at the door
with tears in his eyes
and too much alcohol
in his bloodstream
and She looks at me
and She looks so
damn good,
and She says
"aw, baby. he's so sad,
let him stay"
and because She looks so
damn good i say
"okay"
and he comes inside

and i give him a nice
little cage
in the kitchen
to sleep in,
with some balls
to play with and
a bone to chew on,
and i lock him in there
and say
"you come out of there and i'll
kill you"
and his sad
puppy-dog eyes
look up at me
and i want to kick him
in the throat,
but She calls to me
and says to come back to bed
so I glare at
the pest
one last time
before i go
to bed

"ill kill you"

and i know
that i won't

but i'd really like to