Michael's Chronicles: Stinkbug

Michael Thiele is a woodsmith who makes musical instruments and playable furniture. He spends most of his life either in the shop or out on the road buying wood and selling his work at craft shows. In recent years, his travels have begun to inspire his own writing, so he sends me his thoughts. 

June 27
Stinkbug

Dude, there you are again
In my shop, my studio
I thought we talked about this
I told you to move on
Even worked it out in your words
Now you don’t speak buglish anymore?

You thought I wouldn’t notice?
Think again, butthead
I saw your tracks in the sawdust
Followed them, so don’t look surprised
For an interloper you lack the sneak
You really think you can thumb your nose at me?

The other day I took my air hose, remember?
And launched you through the air
Beyond the van and onto the gravel
You did that flip thing 
And marched right back
You are a glutton for punishment 

When I got down on one knee
To yell at you (your hearing sucks)
You stuck your butt up in the air
And let out that bug fart
No wonder you have no friends
What if I did that to you?

You need to get a life
Get on down to the brain bank
And take out a loan
Or better yet dig a hole
And hang out for a while 

A permanent while