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Cockroaches
Poem

By Kathy Koupai
October 10, 2001
The Iranian

"When Gregor Samsa woke up one morning from unsettling dreams, he found himself changed in his bed into a monstrous vermin." -- Franz Kafka, Metamorphosis

you gotta get them

before

they make

your home a mess

give you nightmares

and crawl into

your cupboards

and beds at night

these dirty bugs

will ruin your

civilized life

plaque you

disturb you

destroy you

they are willing

to walk straight

into poison

to feed and

create another

generation

nothing

at all

like us

who

wake up one morning

to find ourselves with

several struggling legs

wide brown

bellies

and exoskeletons

that go crunch when

trampled.

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