The Cockroach...

everyday i get out of my bed, i step on a red cockroach dead, i shreik and scream and curse it to rot, and 'dhooooooooom' on my head falls the flower pot, for a bath i reach the bathroom, half asleep i bang my head on the broom, for the shower, my hand reaches out, hot water showers on me and i shout, i run with my clothes to the washing machine to tuen on the motor, only to realise it is a refrigerator, oh my gosh...i'm late ..!! i take a taxi ride, the taxi driver blabbering on my ear side, to go to the office, i take a train, wrong train ..!! i'm home back again.. the telephone rings and i rush to the door, i go up racing the stars and 'ddhhhaaaammm' i fall back to the back, i wince and cry out in pain, and hope this never happens again, after a 'hard' day's work i go to sleep, and sinks into my dreams deep, the next day i get out of my bed, only to step on a dead cockroach instead.