can't I see more than I write
why shalt my eyes over see the one's of a bug
oh sweet cocaroach
oh my sweet cocaroach
there must be a sliver
re-digested cheese molding on my lawn
leave for me and my children
sweet cocaroach my sweet coacoroach.
my poem by bugs the king
note destroy vermin like these. These rats eat my children. Destroy them. If you have one then eat it for lunch and give it to the king of bugs as a gift ............. my last days are coming see you later.
I only live for 3 businesses day except le week ends.
the end.......?