Under my sink is a grave
Here lies a cockroach
I don’t think he meant to be brave
Surely that’s just what cockroaches do
Hide under sinks
Waiting for the rainfall of crumbs
After the smell of **** fills the room
A last meal
Perhaps he had made a request
Or perhaps he had made a mistake
Unable to see the difference between
Peanut butter and poison
Mar 26, 2022
Mar 26, 2022 at 11:16 PM UTC
Under my sink is a grave
Here lies a cockroach
I don’t think he meant to be brave
Surely that’s just what cockroaches do
Hide under sinks
Waiting for the rainfall of crumbs
After the smell of **** fills the room
A last meal
Perhaps he had made a request
Or perhaps he had made a mistake
Unable to see the difference between
Peanut butter and poison
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