I Need Quiet

I Need Quiet

I need a bomb

Not a big one

Nuclear would be nice

Not even a mega ounce

I need to kill them

They scream all night long

Screaming and whining

I cannot sleep

I cannot think

I just need to get rid of them

I think God made them

Placed them just to bug me

I plan

Think of ways to kill them

But they are always here

Maybe they are like cockroaches

Radiation won’t harm them

I think old school may be the way

A rock in a sling

Lobbed more than one hundred feet in the air

Aimed right

Aimed right on target

I want them dead

More than anything I have ever wanted

I should just stone those damn crows

And finally live my life in quiet