Bats

Leathery winged bastards spreading toxic desease,
flying, darting, and shitting wherever they please,
I am forced to evict the attic of these fanged freaks,
my dad said it would help me become a man
if not the grounded for two weeks.
Hate my rotten luck for breaking moms vase,
now I'm headin up there to tidy up this stupid place,
if only my brother had not played ball in the house
I hate it when he acts like an innocent mouse.
Almost there with my trusty, bat decimator hammer,
uneasiness hits me then I sing in a dull stammer,
sudden patter scratches upon the painted walls,
those little bloodsuckers are plotting together alright
what they dont know is that I can put up a hell of a fight.
Almost there as my dimunuative body quivers,
remaining strong as stone despite my childish shivers,
my pallid hand reached towards the oaken door
dammit I hate it when my brother evens the score.
Stretching up to flick on the hallway light,
a vile monstrosity appeared and I fled in absolute fright,
bats I can handle but this one is beyond my nerve,
rats are more hideously terrifying which my phobia cant curve,
dropping the hammer as it stared evil and feral
rather be grounded than face this beast so I fled in screaming terror.