Pretty striped stink bug, where are you going?
Come down from the roof—going to party?
Or is it some food you are looking for?
Maybe locate a mate before sunrise?
You are a hard case, but inside you’re soft.
I know because I’ve squeezed many critters
like you who roam the wee hours when folks sleep
with bellies full of flour, sugar, and milk.
You’d better get along quick or I’ll wring
the jest of your stroll to a period.
It’s too bad we can’t all get along nice,
but we don’t inhabit an ideal niche:
a zero tolerance world is coming—
there may not be room for gentle mercy…