My Nasty Little Scurrying

I am

I am that roach.

 

You are letting me scurry

letting me scurry

letting me scurry

 

You are amused by my problems

amused by my dreams

and my thoughts

you will rip them

rip them right at the seams

 

I am

I am that roach.

 

You are letting me scurry

letting me scurry

letting me scurry

You are letting me scurry

until you pick up your foot

your foot in your shoe

until you bring your foot

up in the air

dangling

dangling

you bring your foot

up in the air

then you bring your foot down

on nasty old me

until you bring your foot down

on my life of useless scurrying

until you bring your foot down

on my head

on nasty old me

 

I am 

I am that roach.

scurrying

scurrying

scurrying

 

until you get bored

until you're no longer amused

until you decide to bring your foot down

on my nasty little scurrying

 

You keep walking

Walking to do what you need to do

and get done what needs to get done

with no thoughts sparred

for that nasty little roach

whose life you ended in one quick step

One quick

step

step

step

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