is a cockroach hard to miss,
evil, as in Nostra Cosa,
you can tell one by its hiss.
Many evil people are
friendly when you first approach,
but a wise man will stay far
from them like this hissing roach.
If you’re forced to shake their hand
afterwards you have to wash,
but don’t let them understand
that you really want to squash
them like these roaches. It’s forbidden
by both State and Federal law:
best to keep your feelings hidden—
hurt no feelings, and withdraw.
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