The Cockroach


In the corner I am lurking.

Through the shadows I am coming.

It is evil I am hoarding.

On my darkest deed I'm working.

Hear my warning:

The only one I'm telling.

Your home is what I'm tearing,

your shame is what I'm wearing.

I'm the cockroach, here me roaring!


  • Cheeky Missy

    The image made me gasp in horror when it burst on my sight, and the poem following it was nefarious...delightfully nasty and chilling!! Perfect! Excellent! And your "author's comment" following up on it was too amusing. Absolutely beautifully executed! As for cockroaches, I was terrorized by the threat of them while living awhile in Florida some years agone, though I never recall having to face them...interesting to be faced with contemplation of them now.

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