Goddamn Roaches

        I killed ten thousand roaches
        There were thousands more
         There must be a secret lair
             I haven't seen before

       They crawl across the ceiling
           From out of little holes
     They baptize all their off spring
       in my dumb cat's water bowl

     They move around my furniture
         in the middle of the night
          All my s**t is rearranged
      You know that just ain't right

   They have turf wars in the kitchen
        The pots and pans they fly
     They car jacked a Verizon Van
         They rob all passers by

       I use every spray imaginable
          Banned FDA pesticides
        A secret unstable formula
      Made from old formaldehyde

    I went flame thrower on their asses
   Constructed from a lighter and spray
      I incinerated many thousands
       and still they won't go away

       This war is unconditional
       The outcome is unknown
        Next I'm going Kamikazi
      Strappin on predator drone

Reviews

[Tai Ryens]

I can almost read this in a Tank Dempsey voice. Try dousing rotten meat in cyanide; then leave it out in the open. It works for me; then again I have a lizard problem, not a roach problem.

[Baby Ricochet]

Thanks Tai

[Salar Majak]

WOW! i HATE roaches! they make me sick! ugh, great poem! hope you kill'em all muahahahahaha i'd come help, but i'm too busy killing rats XD.
oh and careful the car jacked Van can be useful to you ;) just sayin

[Baby Ricochet]

Ha! Thank you for the review Aurora

[Salar Majak]

:D any time!

[Devanshu Rajput]

oh...you too are afraid of roches...anyways it's a great and fantasticly designed poem...wonderful read...keep writing.

[Baby Ricochet]

Thank you Devanshu

[Devanshu Rajput]

your welcome

[Richard Man]

They say the meek shall inherit the earth.... bullshit it's cockroaches.
What is that sticky mat you can put down for rodents? Is there one that stops roaches from scampering off? I used to crash in a flat in Canterbury above a bakery. They used to undertake miltary exercises on my sleeping bag until I turned the light on.... they as you say found holes everywhere. God's creatures.... they are the spawn of the devil.

[Baby Ricochet]

Yes they are. Thank you for the review Mr Man

[KeeD]

They crawl across the ceiling
From out of little holes
They baptize all their off spring
in my dumb cat's water bowl
ROFLL hahahahaha man.. my f*****g stomach it hurts.
Loved it, love how you take every situation around you and your creativity just shines through. Your poems are just organic, naturally talented. Great write B.R

[Baby Ricochet]

Thank you Keegan

[N!LoC]

ROACHES???? REALLY!!! hahahhahha u keep surprising me with every new poem !!! lol

[Baby Ricochet]

It's what I was born to do. That and kill roaches

[Marie]

Try sprinkling boric acid power behind the stove and anyplace you think they may be hiding.

[Baby Ricochet]

Okay. Thanks

[DIVYA]

They are a part n parcel of life. All varieties. So we just have to live with them.
And no you can't do much. Guess who is best expected to survive and thrive after a nuclear holocaust? Rats and Roaches of course!

Entertaining read Baby!

[Baby Ricochet]

Don't forget crack heads. Thank you for the review DN

[DIVYA]

you are welcome.

[Pax]

this is really witty piece my friend... the ending is just awesome strong tone against this nasty pest... Im glad that some of them are out in our apartment... maybe your right they are hiding somewhere....hmmm.... awesome write!

[Baby Ricochet]

Thank you Mr Pax

[Michael X]

whimsical and funny, the ending is epic, a carnival of craftiness. Great stuff.

[Baby Ricochet]

Thank you Metaphor notes