Splat
On my porch,
La Cucaracha appears
creeping like an army tank prying,
his long antennae used for spying
this cockroach doesn’t belong in my world
“Hey, you’ll die tonight!”
repulsive insect,
colored a liver yellow
Roaches can live without heads.
when he dies...it’s all or nothing
fearless is a word that describes this bug
I warned him to go away
Has he earned the right to live with impunity...hmmm
God makes him too!
Let him be and give him his freedom
Squashed, flattened, splattered
any word will do
Copyright © Carol Davis | Year Posted 2017
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