Early this morning, she went shopping at Walmart
to purchase a refill of Triple X,
the type you spray end to end.
Tonight, while everyone is in distant sleep-
as I return from a late night raid on the frig-
I discover horror of horrors, my goosebumps!
A ten foot roach zonked toxic out of it gourd,
its sorry backside shred and dangling ribbons
walks a broken circle, dizzily.
"Lord, why me?" it shrieks.
"Friend," ses I to it, you did nothing particularly un insect,
except get in the way of Mein Fuhrer
who's sworn to final solution your kind,
extremely extinct every last one."
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