There’s a part of we-evil I don’t understand
You! Should I squeeze, bang, drown you?
You head-drilled a hole into my beans
The beans village aunt sent by night bus
A parcel robed in brown polythene
The parcel, I unwrapped myself
Found you wrapping yourself
Around my village beans
I scooped a cup, found you under a bean
That’s when my eyes caught holed beans
Knew your female mates were in it too; peek-a-boo
You fell on your back, fluttered your limbs, making fun of me?
You got on your feet; success – another chase
You looked at me and bean with holes
I feel you – for you I feel
I look forward to my bean fill
Deal with me or cut a deal with your lot?
I poked you; you fell on the tray
I poked you; you played dead – like a tomb
You thought I’d forgotten you or been hit by night blackness
You started a crawl, again
Should I smash your pin head or pin-head body?
Should I squeeze, bang, drown your body?
You are a pin drop; it’s ridiculous
Sun-bathe you lot – roast you, give you a chance to escape?
Village aunt didn’t succeed
Send you back? Ungrateful, insulting
Chase you and your lot? Not enough time in a day
I forgot about you and let you be
I washed, boiled, fried; like you never were
I will have you; if you survive all that
I did not think of you as bonus food, not pest problem, why?
Village aunt will be a peacock; proud
Me no longer fussing about sitophilus granarius
Weevil, we-evil, who between us is evil?
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