The Electronic Zapper
I kill flies
I make pesky flies explode.
If it bothers you it won’t no more.
Your anger you can unload.
Your aggression you can explore.
There is satisfaction,
in a pest violent death.
It is a gratification
to grant that request.
Is it a grievous sin,
to make a bug deceased.
Those thoughts begin,
to bring a twisted form of peace.
Within each of us,
a monster does reside.
It feeds on the dark lust
that you cannot hide
A funeral will you do,
to celebrate your act.
There’s a darkness in you,
you can’t deny the fact.
About the Creator
Mark Stigers
One year after my birth sputnik was launched, making me a space child. I did a hitch in the Navy as a electronics tech. I worked for Hughes Aircraft Company for quite a while. I currently live in the Saguaro forest in Tucson Arizona
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Nice job.