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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I WISH I WEREN’T A COCKROACH by JOHN M. ARRIBAS I wish I weren’t a cockroach, its no fun at all People stomp on me, if they find me in the hall I need to hide in gloomy spots, niches n crags Arriving at your house, at times in grocery bags I can not show my presence, during daylight hours Food you drop while eating, no longer yours, it’s ours Don’t blame me for squishy feelings, that you deplore Clean up your bad habits, leaving edibles on the floor Those wet n dirty clothes, you pile up in the corner It’s where we meet and greet, a common roach agora You pay an exterminator, to find out where we hide Spreads insecticides, in hopes that we will die You may kill some of us, but no matter how you try For 300 million years: we know just how to survive My cousins called German roaches, small n quick Big ones in Florida, palmetto bugs, wow, that’s rich We are a world wide, of that, there is no question And when we multiply, it’s called an infestation For all these eons, we continue to force our will But now there is an ominous threat arising in Brazil Someone uncovered that we’re a source of protein As a food source, a menace certainly unforeseen It seems they fry us in boiling cauldrons of oil We become really crispy, guaranteed not to spoil Well, that may finally do us in, a grim fatality Being bred in the open and offered as a delicacy Being boiled in oil, a fate that’s frightening to me After considerable analysis, I want to become a flea
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