Life of a cockroach as seen by a cockroach. I was the ghost writer because the cockroach I interviewed was not heavy enough to activate the computer keyboard.
The Life of a Poor Cockroach By Franklin Price 12/3/2016 The life of a poor cockroach A very thankless life to live Humans think that we are dirty Have less than nothing we can give We live our lives within the walls Of the house where we reside Peeking out the cracks and crevices To where many friends have died When the lights at night are turned out And humans go to sleep a wink We sneak into the kitchen Find dirty dishes in the sink You know that we eat everything All the waste on every plate I'm the stud roach about the place I even brought a date Suddenly the lights come on Someone wants a midnight snack We're caught out in the open Far from a crevice or a crack We hear a scream emitted An uck, an ew, a roach! If we want to live much longer Must find another house to poach For I'm quite sure tomorrow When Bug-B-Gone is at the door Assassins will have come for us We will cease to be no more So you see if you're a cockroach It's hard to have a long term lease Just when you think you've got it made That's the time your life will cease
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