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Roaches
I haven't washed my dishes or changed my cat litter, Roaches cloud my conciousness, Will I get roaches? Cause once they infest you, They're like a cancer, Faces that don't smile, Friends with deconstructive criticism, Deconstructing one's sense of self, As they infest every corner of space, Friends come by and they see the roaches, Laughing in derisive cacophony, And Raid just ain't gonna cut it, Roaches cloud my consciousness, Fox News and Famous Philanderings, Croud out my rug and kitchen floor, They manipulate my mindset and keep my healthcare bills deeply hidden behind brown sugar armies of brown blooded paranoia, I haven't washed my soul or changed my wineskins, Roaches cloud my consciousness, Weapons of mass destruction, hidden beneath my desire to hide the homeless under my bed, Instead of washing them clean with Empathic Clorox, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES!!! Where are they? Cause in the light they scatter to dark places, And the Islands are shrinking.
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