The duel with Don wasp;

The raspy helicopter dance

Around the kitchen.

(My foe's form is fabulous!)

My lizard brain kicks in,

As I deftly grasp the green flyswatter

I feel it unfair

My enemy is a thousand times myself minute

Making it difficult to strike the roadkill residue blow

Between the forks and plates

Of a badly loaded dishwasher.

My Hand moving faster than double physics class enjoying swot,

I shut him in the dishwasher.

Peach sweat envious

Of myself

And my cleverness,

I push start

And commit insecticide

By drowning.