Giant

Skeeter

In my room

I

Nuked him

With

Balenciaga

If

He died

At my hand

I’ll

Have no ill will

After

But

No

He lives!

I see him

In the glow

Of the tv

He taunts me

Still

That

Prehistoric

Bastard

Once

I

Sleep

Shall

Move in

For

The

Kill

So

It’s to the bathroom

I go

Searching

For a spray

L’Oréal

Will

Make him

Stiff

His hair

Just right

For

His

Final

Night.