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Gilmore. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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Menacingly you look like you want to attack,
As I watch you crawling for that late night snack.
Antennas are searching for my next movement.
You're staring at me like I'm your amusement.
I move to the left, then try to move to the right.
You step towards me and I'm frozen on sight.
Tell me, little critter, what are you about to do?
I wish I had a clue so I could make my next move.
I need to get this can of your imminent death.
I'm in desperate need of you to take your last breath.
See, I can't sleep when I know you're around,
So sorry for you, you're about to catch a beat down.
But then, I scream like a girl and my heart starts to race
Because your wings take flight to begin your chase.
I'm so scared, I lock myself in the bedroom.
I don't think he was quite ready to meet his doom.
But I have to go to work, so he's got to die.
He doesn't pay rent so he has to say good-bye.
I open my door and check the surroundings.
My heart beats my chest with a fearful pounding.
He's disappeared...oh God, where did he go?
Eyes wide open, I move around on tiptoe.
I grab the red can and stay still in silence.
Out of nowhere, it flies with pure defiance.
I close my eyes and scream, spraying at the air,
As I flail my arms around without a single care.
Again, I run to the room just to catch my breath
Shaking the can of Raid to see what was left.
I peek around the door to see it laying on the floor,
Lying in a puddle, the roach was no more.