NB (12/25/1975 / Armenia)

Enter At Your Own Risk

It was my life,
What could be worse,
To have a thing like this,
Happen to you,
Oh how perverse!

Look at him,
He is now slunk down in the corner,
He watches me still,
Those beady little eyes,
Are watching me now,
I will show him.

I will throw my shoe,
And if I hit him,
He may turn around,
After all I do want him out.

Out of my life,
Out of room,
Is this too much to ask,
Or is it too soon?

Being treated like this,
Violated with disgraced,
As you move close to me,
I see you approach,
Now, I can kill you,
You cockroach!

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