Startled! Giant, rocking, scurrying
Black mottled,six legged,wing thing
Legs scritchety, scratchety on the floor
Jumping out from cabinet doors
Our job, you say, is to clean the counters
Let's avoid any further encounters
Turn on the light when it is night
Three of you started this fight
In this trailer there is not enough room
My instrument of death: The Great Teflon Spoon
I take aim, swing, then WHACK!
Sure cause of mother's heart attack
Many valiant battles you fought
They call you "roach" but you're not
Holocaust victims may have eaten you
How many live here? Twenty-five? Sixty-two?
Run off and die on the brown rug
Filthy, dirty, water bug

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