Letras
They call me the exterminator
At one brief point of intersection
I did exercise that function
And witnessed the bellydance of roaches
Suffocating in yellow pyrethrum powder
Hard to get now, lady, war on
Let's have a little two-dollar
Sleuths to fat bedbugs from rolled wallpaper
In shabby theatrical hotels on North Clark
And poison the purposeful rat
Occasional eater of human babies
Wouldn't you?