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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 © | Year Posted 2017




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