Walking on the ceiling
Hoping I don’t fall
Walking on the ceiling
climbing up the wall
tracking past the pandemonium
hoping I don’t fall.
Dodging imminent danger
keeping out of view
being just another
of the endangered few.
Part of the ecosystem
never paying rent
living off the crumbs
fortuitously sent.
Lurking in the nighttime
when the lights are out
checking out the bench tops
sending out a scout.
Scattering in a hurry
in the morning light
hiding in a corner
and staying out of sight.
Hearing all the screams
shrill calls of abject terror
skittering away
minimising error.
I cower and pray for peace
and wish they’d go away
instead of the blaspheming
in every word they say.
I am the humble cocky
roach to those that hate me
and said a scary insect
see me and I’ll flee.
I am the scourge of many
and as I stealthily approach
your one intent to kill me
I’m your humble cocky roach.
©
David Rudder
21st June 2020
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