THE ROACH

[gary bechter]

 Through and after
 A nuclear blast
 We'll still be around
 Even to eat crap

 Fear of light
 Preserves our fate
 We squeeze between cracks
 hidden in the darkest of place

 Persnickety eaters
 Surely not
 Eat our own dead
 Merely for a snack

 We'll still be around
 When you're head-board
 Is of stone________

 Eluding light
 Within a darken home,


 Waiting to eat crap

[Shad]

LMAO

Loved this'n very much hon, Brava!

[Steno]

ROFLMAO, ya man, nice.