Exterminator's Nightmare Visions

I was always solitary, sedentary, inside and outside, Whether physical or philosophical, In good health or out, And I expect I'll yet be stone cold still and unexcited When I'm laid to rest in that quiet dismal cemetery out there Amid the moldering monuments, Whether of Greatness or Mediocrity, Where it's doubtful I'll be happy Cohabiting that gumbo soil With all the goddamn bugs and fire ants!