a little gnat

gnats don't know I have the Advantage

a little gnat
keeps bothering me ...

no matter,
says the cat
you are not
all that --

I have the Advantage*
you see,
an evolution
to the Revolution*

and like a pesticide 
it eats your
exoskeleton
till it's fully dried,

so if you must persist,
remember this --
I am in fact,
a cunning linguist

and I do see
you are
no more important
than a flea ...

Author's Note

*Advantage, and *Revolution are trademarks of Bayer and Zoetis,
respectively, I apologize in advance for my default to my Vet Tech
background -- this is really not an important poem, more of a nuisance
rant -- why people find it fun to come in here and pester other
writers, and insert codes to make it hard for us to review and
comment, is really beyond me.

Reviews

[Richard🖌]

HA-HAHHH!

KL,
This is priceless in essence and meaning … as after over 15-years serving on literally dozens of online poetry sites, I totally relate.
I'd say we're luckier than we have a right to be, considering these sites are open to the world with millions of all sorts of weirdos and whackos!

"Gnatty nuisance" is putting it mildly, but I get your drift, My Friend, and I love it!
Well spake! ⁓ Richard

[Lyn Anderson]

Thanks. It is a nuisance, for sure, but there is enough good here to keep me on.

[Richard🖌]

Thank goodness!