Saturday, July 13, 2013

The Cockroach

To call it perfection, no, that’s not it
That dark brown skin is like no other
That hue puts fear in the hearts of men
No other creature of this little size has such power
Its legs as swift as the west wind
It travel so fast eyes lose sight of it
Worries go on and on to find where it dwells
Almighty cockroach it is,
The tiny creature of unlimited power.
Bow you all to its greatness!

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