Warm and moist
Badly sick with a cold
Disliking the doctor
Got stuck to my bed
I felt warm, had moisture.
At midnight, a cockroach,
Shamelessly
Found joy and walked on me.
They like it warm and moist.
Don't we all?
And pigs, dogs?
Do we not use flirt?
Is it not too joyous?
I smashed the cockroach,
Got it killed.
Do we not fall for same hell's devil?
Doesn't that fool evil cause same pain?
Most dangers come from small head!
Examples plenty; among them:
John Edwards
Donald Trump
Kennedys…
…so many…
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