Cockroach Poem by fanniesson -

Cockroach



Crossed my kitchen wall as brazen as if
I wasn't there.
Me with ten thousand of their murders
under my belt.

Probably some young punk I'm thinking
out on a dare trying to get his props
from the others.

Hopefully not some poor slob
out drinking with the boys, and stupidly
made a wrong turn in the hallway
on his way home.

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