Pestilence,

Yes, lately, it's been worse,
I've asked for help,
but pest control said no, sorry,
there's nothing they can do,
so, here I am, on my own,
and the infestation spreading,
commas multiplying, partying, mocking me,
inserting themselves with feeble excuses,
such as maintaining momentum, avoiding ambiguity,
being experimental, breaking rules,
for instance, the rule against ending with one,

(First published in Songs of Eretz Poetry Review)