You sneaky, wily, repulsive being!
You stunk up my cabinet with your poop and peeing!
Did ya think you'd get away Scott-free?
That I'd never look in here for a DVD?
So now, I've mopped the cabinet out.
And mined with mousetraps inside-out,
That executed your inquisitive snout,
You filthy bastard...

As I take you out in a Walmart sack,
still in the trap, to the bin out back,
I've hopes our fates will not align.
I'll be spared the virus this time.
You'll take your ride to the incinerator,
while I forgo the ventilator.
Nope. It's not fair. Who said it would be?
It's a time for those without empathy.
And no compassion.