Roaches That Stab - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
People come into our lives,
smiling, nodding, How are you?
They stay for a bit, smiling, nodding.
They eat off your table,
they use your name,
they smile, nod and say:
How are you?
Then, one day, after
they have eaten your food,
smelled your roses,
finished your Beaujolais
and slept on your pillow
they wait, until it's midnight.
And then, they stab you in the back.
Again, and again, and again.
And, if asked the obvious question,
WHY? The will say, after some
NOTHING. That is, my dear friends,
because they have run.
Run to hide in Texas.
In a burrow, where only cowards,
cockroaches and evil spirits hide.
And that is, of course, sadly,
where they belong.
Because they do not have
what makes a normal human being.
Never will have.
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