It’s just the keyboard and me
as far as I can see
Midnight approaches
armies of rats and roaches
try to inflict their damage
but ‘tis I with the advantage
Once started typing, even to the hideous and insidious
~ a werewolf is totally oblivious
They're everywhere now...
When lights dim in the corners of society
They swarm like cock roaches on a filthy countertop...
Strutting about the stage in their crystal, ego bubbles.
Telling us what to eat- what to wear- how to think.
Even though they're sloppy, unhappy, and quite obese.
They tell us how to pursue peace
(when peace is already here) ...
They even tell us how to walk and breathe.
Guaranteeing great wealth and a healthy mind
if you follow their step by deceptive steps...
If you'd just take a sip from their magic potion of B.S.
The truth is that the only way they've "made it"
was from the blood of our lack of confidence.
From the flesh of our insecurities.
The truth of the matter is most of them think
they've sprouted wings and can hover above the sea.
They think they can upstage and outshine Jesus...
I could care less if I ever hear from them again.
I'm much better off without them.
an intrusion of roaches
dines nightly on rice
i see only by daylight
… is a drunkard
Swilling vintage regret,
Tears falling for undared dreams,
Anger spewing over unrequited love.
… is endless replays of yesterdays
With circular insightful wisdom
As likely to reverse life’s ills
As scrubbing dirt off hills.
… is stolen joy in the gloom
Of memory’s moldy greenhouse
Where fancied success blooms, hiding
Mocking hyenas and nightmare roaches.
… is a pustulated soul
Hunkering in a mental bunker
Sniveling nose dripping a green past,
Dreaming victory will roar as thunder.
… is Salvador Dali droop
From the fringes of reality
Or a joy until truth
Flushes it to a cesspool.
I was outraged at the affront.
It was a predictable daily stunt.
So many uninvited guests,
Uninvited guests!
Uninvited guests!
Ridding myself was my test!
Then I got the email:
“I’m a roach. May I encroach?”
The garden of plastic signs only blooms around election time.
Those two-legged roaches are spouting empty words.
They don't give a damn about our lives.
Where were these roaches on the Fourth of July?
I feel like pruning their signs, but it's a crime.
You can even do time.
But tear down Honest Abe, and they'll turn a blind eye.
Can't wait for the circus to leave town.
The neo-politicians juggling pins of our emotions.
Big-nosed ego clowns spitting tear gas in our faces,
Plastic flowers and empty vases they are.
Can't wait for the two-legged roaches
to crawl back into their dirty dark holes.
They bark at us to vote.
For what, A cock roach.
I ate roaches for breakfast. Chocolate covered.
He studies my eyes, hoping for a reaction, or a bit of squeamishness.
I say yum yum and lick my lips.
They were not quite cooked, he informs me.
They kept running away from the plate.
The two with their legs out.
I smile and nod encouragingly.
Sounds great! I say.
I washed them down with ketchup milk, he says.
YUMMY! I yelp emphatically.
His story is coming a bit more slowly now.
I ate stuffed spiders for dessert. They were tasty!
They sound delicious, I allow.
But how did you get their mouths open to stuff them?
I did not stuff them THERE, he says, hoping my eyes will widen.
I cannot stop laughing and neither can he.
Rats Racing Roaches
If it's a rat race
Why are all the roaches here
And How many laps
10/17/17
by James Edward Lee Sr.
To catch a critter and insect un like no other not your friendly ladybug or caterpillar no Charlotte webs with a message written in the middle the presentation of poverty hood gutter black nasty un speakable the shame of inviting somebody over to see one these nasty mother***ers playing ring around the rosey on the top of your cup holder the nastiest shade of brown color with five to ten legs underneath their tin see through shell even raid was like all hell! reach for a dish and all hail a whole family reunion who want a roomate them what that says about you your crazy lazy or nasty with no shame and no matter how you explains it you will forever hold this 'l' they run off friends 'f's up shoes corners lives behind stoves refrigerators and bread covers either move or you join them and take over.
Pitter patter on with perfect ambiguity
Knowing only the knolls of the knave
Brave, brave sir, mam, beware
Aristotle to Aristocracy, I dare
Peasants pair and say thou prayers
The dusk-walker approaches
You are now, the forgotten little roaches
I Live Among Roaches. I see them everyday.
I see them in my home. I see them on the subway.
There's even a few human cockroaches that I have known
and to be honest,
I much more prefer the company of the cockroaches I find in my home.
Why are theses roaches everywhere?
How did they get here?
Why should I care?
I am a clean person yet still I share with them…
Food, water anything they want
Roaches are everywhere!
Roaches don’t care about kids
Roaches don’t care about economic status
Roaches live within us all
Fighting to survive an impossible fight
Exterminator or not they live!
Nuclear war or not they will live!
Roaches are a lot like me
Inside looking for a place to make their own
A place that finally they can call home.
By: John Cornell
I haven't washed my dishes or changed my cat litter,
Roaches cloud my conciousness,
Will I get roaches?
Cause once they infest you,
They're like a cancer,
Faces that don't smile,
Friends with deconstructive criticism,
Deconstructing one's sense of self,
As they infest every corner of space,
Friends come by and they see the roaches,
Laughing in derisive cacophony,
And Raid just ain't gonna cut it,
Roaches cloud my consciousness,
Fox News and Famous Philanderings,
Croud out my rug and kitchen floor,
They manipulate my mindset and keep my healthcare bills deeply hidden behind
brown sugar armies of brown blooded paranoia,
I haven't washed my soul or changed my wineskins,
Roaches cloud my consciousness,
Weapons of mass destruction, hidden beneath my desire to hide the homeless
under my bed,
Instead of washing them clean with Empathic Clorox,
ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES!!!
Where are they?
Cause in the light they scatter to dark places,
And the Islands are shrinking.
If ever you should get these pest,
You will certainly have no more rest,
For they will soon began to multiply,
faster than grasshoppers or a fly.
Everywhere they will soon be,
Hiding in places you can't see,
Sneaking out at night,
Eating, and then out of sight.
What human wishes them well?
But, pray they all go to hell,
And, no matter how much we spray,
It seems that roaches are here to stay?
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