Wednesday, October 24, 2007

The pest

Eggs laid in all weird places

Drains, ditches and more

Slowly the young one’s break out

To brave the world

A world filled with hungry people

Yet here are few who never go hungry

Jeans, wood, plastic

Everything as delicious as vanilla ice- cream

They live for themselves and only for them

How very similar to our modern lives

While a nuclear bomb would kill us

The cockroach still survives

1 comment:

Nil iN dA HeaD said...

loved the last line... brings u down to earth (literally) to the level of the pest...