but for the scuttling of cockroaches
they are wary and hard to kill
perfectly adapted to survive an apocalypse
unlike us who shall burn to ash
or keel over or kill each other
despite what the psychologists tell us
we don't have the survival instinct
because in our hearts we know
life is a game for not yet dead
cockroaches on the other hand
have no such limitation of mind
being robots with their skeletons
on the outside - no room
for higher brain function
imagine that: a cockroach who could reason -
"hold on, is that a thong I see raised in anger?
now just think about what you are doing, sunshine,
yeah, alright, you with me? cos I don't want
to have to say this twice, yeah, know what I mean?
true, I am a cockroach and your first thought is:
KILL! KILL! but what are you actually killing?
have you ever stopped to ask yourself this question?
when the bomb does go off and you are all toast
it will be up to me to continue this
shitty venture called life, well, when I say 'me',
I mean my kind because frankly, sunshine,
you are here for a good time, not a long time,
whereas we cockroaches, I mean, just look at us -
long haul, know what I'm saying? not pretty
but that's just adaptation, know what I'm saying?"
even less pretty once the thong comes down
and the remains are shoveled into a bin
nothing worse than a talkative cockroach
this world is not theirs to win
© shaun patrick green 2013
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