Goddamn Roaches

Goddamn Roaches

A Poem by Baby Ricochet




        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



© 2013 Baby Ricochet


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HA. i loved the sarcasm in this one. believe it or not We BREED thos disgusting little things to feed our lizards and tarantulas.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Annabelle Lee

11 Years Ago

yeah make sure they dont bark or yoir neighbors will be up your a*s about it.
Annabelle Lee

11 Years Ago

haha tarantulas dont bark... or do they O.e man im in a wierd mood tonight... annabelle needs to get.. read more
Pax

11 Years Ago

lol... I'm not sure they bark but they do bite though...hehe...
rest well my friend... you ne.. read more
I figured you'd be able to sweet talk them out of there Baby. Yucky subject, good read. ;-)

Posted 11 Years Ago


Baby Ricochet

11 Years Ago

All roaches must die.

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Baby Ricochet
Baby Ricochet

Tampa, FL



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