Goddamn RoachesA Poem by Baby RicochetI 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 © 2013 Baby RicochetReviews
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Added on February 4, 2013Last Updated on February 4, 2013 AuthorBaby RicochetTampa, FLAboutI write just for the hell of it A way to spend some time Blurting out in cyber space Whatever's on my mind Maybe funny maybe tragic Emotional and raw Politi.. more..Writing
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