You’re Kidding, Right?

This morning,
There’s a long knock on the door
Followed by three long rings of the doorbell.

By now, I know that’s not the sound of my neighbors calling.
I go to the upstairs window and see this guy
And another dressed just like him cross the street,
knocking on everyone’s doors.


When I ask what he wants
He commands me, as if he is an official of the city,
“open the door I’m coming in to fumigate.”
As flabberghasted as I was I managed to politely say
“No thank you, we don’t use chemicals in our house,
Instead of  “You’re kidding, right?”