Death of a Cockroach.
I caught you in the bedroom draws
rifling knickers, scarves, and bras.
the Knife fit well within my grip
but like the moment, let it slip
instead I grabbed the lava lamp,
But no, if caught i'd look too camp.
My rage was war, my fear was strife.
I sat and waited for the wife.
I caught you in the bedroom draws
rifling knickers, scarves, and bras.
the Knife fit well within my grip
but like the moment, let it slip
instead I grabbed the lava lamp,
But no, if caught i'd look too camp.
My rage was war, my fear was strife.
I sat and waited for the wife.