A cockroach on its backside
is no reason to be concerned,
It's just lying there after a dip in the sewer,
doesn't need your help to flip it over.
They are ridiculously resilient, survived past the dinosaurs,
didn't need human help during the ice age or nuclear wars.
So if you see a cockroach on its backside,
feverishly shaking its six legs and antennae,
Remember it's just getting a nice little back rub,
please stay out of its way.
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