All My Friends Are Roaches

by unknownpoet

Posted to Action Poetry on 2003-03-11 14:40:00

The cockroaches in my apartment are so skinny!
I must remember to feed them better.
How are they gonna take over the world
on warm beer and potato chips?
Hell, I can’t even make it in to work on that crap.
Guess that’s why I’m unemployed.
Hmm, you know, maybe that’s their ploy-
keep me here in their house, fattening me up
for the big feast celebrating their inevitable
rise to the top of the food chain.
Humph! Fucking commies!
Or is it the cockroaches?
Ah, the roaches are probably communists, anyway.
That’s why I’m voting for them
in the next election.
At least they’ll take care of the
garbage problem in this lousy city.
And when the leader eventually dies,
there’ll be no costly state funeral-
his commander-in-chiefs will simply devour him.
Ingenious! I know Bush isn’t dead yet,
but do you think…
Ah, the cockroaches in my apartment
are so skinny!
What on earth have they been eating?