Written by: David Smalling

Shall you crawl back here
Pressed into the crevice of your choice
And no repentance bare
For the canker from your dark device
You will not gnaw nor litter
This domain that trust misplaced in you
Somthing dark and sinister
Compelled your judgment to err, brew
Its black bitter bile in you
And made you on our innocense chew
It does not matter, the end
Gives cockroaches nothing more to offend.