Baby plays with it,
Wife screams at it.
I take a can and spray at it.
Why the hell was it invent?
Poor old Mr Roach
Your life is short
Just as you are ugly.
Short as I can get the can
And spray on your ugly body,
You turn and look at the sky
Your legs wave the world goodbye.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem