Cockroach, cockroach
dashing across my
kitchen floor:
You were shameless
and ugly, but you
are no more.
Where did you come
from? Did I carry
you home from the
store? Or how about that
messy neighbor with
his beer cans and
garbage galore? Did you stagger
to my place, after he booted
you out the door? Now I'll
never learn the truth
because I came up with the
perfect cure: A little bit of
Lysol spray - made you
gasp your last, I'm sure.
You're not as daring and
quick on your feet as
you used to be before.
Just a disgusting creature
on its back, never to nibble
on my crackers anymore:
or shamelessly sip from my
unguarded cup. Show a
little respect for the poor!
Good riddance to your
filthy habits and hunger:
You will not disturb
me anymore. With
one swift flush
I bid you farewell:
Is that not what a toilet is for?
Copyright © 2009 by Dylan Mitchell
