Dreck, dung, and slime boy,
He's a deranged, lying lad.
Strange are his dreams; emits hellish screams
During naps.

Ten years old,
He dreams of bold bugs when he sleeps.
When he's awake, his bugged-out eyes
Give people the creeps

Sickness has surely gripped his mind.
He decides that he has to go
Become an exterminator
So he can sleep in peace once more.

A vague haze of delirium
Creeps up on him.
He's inhaled the chemicals meant to kill vermin.
He didn't wear his mask or his protective gown.
Vapors make him grow weirder. . .
Drop him to the ground.

Bugs bring Delay to trembling fear
And make him pee.
His urination makes a moat
That gives him safety.

Six-six-six behind his hairline,
He decides that he has to go
To vermin-infested D.C.,
To open up his store.

His eyes are the size of
Saucers and glow,
Sparkle like rhinestones worn by a cheap 'ho'.
He becomes the leader
Of ultra-right guys.
Crazed--should be on a gurney
For asylum ride.