By A.R. Perez Two wasps built a nest on my porch, I doused them with forceful water, Tearing starter home from the ceiling; The two fought against the water, Desperately returning to the tiny house, Trying to save the cradle, but I kept Spraying with intentions of killing them.  Giant human against two teensy forms, Fulfilling destinies, as God intended, I altering all our trajectory’s, Me against Gods perfect plan, Gleefully snuffing their small souls; Unlike me, they fought with…