Cockroach Soliloquy

Cockroach Soliloquy By:Judge Burdon The cockroaches left me a wake up message Written with saliva and excrement it was placed conspicuously in a garbage can where they knew that I'd find it while in search of my morning nourishment behind the Burger King on 3rd The dumpsters are full of cold fries and burgers near the farmer's market Composed in Spanish the words singing with Latin rhythm Lyrics set to the melody of La Cucaracha song. it read like manifesto explaining what was this and wasn't that Pointing out my failures and derelictions Each note taking aim and hitting home Another wound in an already wounded soul Then it targeted with a question Tell us how it feels Gringo? To have degenerated into a bicho The epitome of disgust and loathing A repugnant insect just like us Refugees from sunlight and the day's saving grace. Wearing darkness like a bad tattoo Examples of filth greater than the nth degree In constant search of dank asylum I wasn't pissed off or unnerved by the text Their diatribes message spoke the truth I most likely was looked at as wrapped in skin An old guttersnipe less of the man I had once been A scourge, a blight ,an incurable infection A scab on the face of God. But how can a fair verdict be reached If you don't know where I've been Or if the journey to now was smooth or rocky. So perk up the hairs on your back legs afford me a response and listen Cockroaches all around me with eating grins All ready to hear my summation Once upon a time and not long ago I lived like a refined Sheikh I was handsome, wealthy and I thought oh so clever Life was sweeter than a sun ripened date I negligently spent friendships and haphazardly bought others My concern was solely about me After years of decadent behavior That would have made Caligula blush I reaped the consequences of it's malfeasance My magic carpet refused to fly The password" open sesame " was changed My Genie moved out of his bottle He bought a Condo in Miami Wouldn't take my calls and Ignored my wishes The friends I had bought couldn't be returned for a refund Fate always seeks the just retribution Left in the sewage of my pestilence. Creating a kingdom fit for the cockroach I've become Not regretting the lesson that was learned But fate has a left hand that the right is not aware of On occasion it bestoys sympathy on those that feel remorse I've been offered employment starting tomorrow no later My new job and you'll like this is as an EXTERMINATOR!