Cockroaches
Everyday I see a cockroach Crawling around the house Not making a sound As quiet as a church mouse They are very ugly creatures With very disgusting features Hated by many people Including teachers and preachers Their skins are usually Brown and slimy And their under bellies Are salty and grimy Sometimes they crawl out of nowhere When they are least expected I pray that anywhere near me Is not where their destination is directed My mind, body and soul Are completely affected By their icky little butts Their icky little bodies I just want to crush Stomp upon them real hard Until their guts bust out The sight of it is so gross That I just want to scream and shout I can't stand them They make me sick They have ugly brown skin Kind of like the color of shit Nasty little cockroach Don't you know I got a bottle full of poison And you will be the first to go By Glenn McCrary © 2009 Glenn McCrary (All rights reserved)
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