The Cockroach Hotel

Beneath the leaves One may find Scribbles of another kind Written there are hidden truths Collated by collective roots Stashed under a different roof Stored next to a bed of bark Are twisted tales from the dark You’ll find something similar to Gideon’s Bible soaking up the dew Nuclear holocausts they will survive Though, these Hotels take their lives So, if you’re a cockroach checking in You just may want to find a friend In Jesus!