Confessions Of A Cornered Philosophical Cockroach

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Hold on lass, I see in your hands a flip flop and feminine fury on the face,

I could squeal stop don’t do it, but that will agitate you to crushing me

So I feebly adjure you, don’t be brute in an angst rush, and pulverize me

In a hush, like you humans I got a life, two years at most if I’m lucky,

I know the glitter brown me sighting, in your vaunted abode repulses you

How dare, the lowest scum of the critters status dash or saunter past you,

And disrupt the harmony and stature of the leader of all living civilization,

In my defense, I only show up when I’m starving or pregnant or both,

Survival is my modus operandi since I’m obligated to leave scions behind,

To continue the progeny, that knows to survive even a nuclear holocaust,

So I again beseech you, put the flip flop down and seek to learn from me,

Yes, a cockroach can coach you on a few things on life and business,

Hey haven’t I by now, impressed you with negotiating for my life skills,

Thank you for laying down the flip flop down now slowly back off,