By:Judge Burdon
The cockroaches left me a wake up message
Written with saliva and excrement
it was placed conspicuously in a garbage can
where they knew that I'd find it
while in search of my morning nourishment
behind the Burger King on 3rd
The dumpsters are full of cold fries and burgers
near the farmer's market
Composed in Spanish the words singing with Latin rhythm
Lyrics set to the melody of La Cucaracha song.
it read like manifesto
explaining what was this and wasn't that
Pointing out my failures and derelictions
Each note taking aim and hitting home
Another wound in an already wounded soul
Then it targeted with a question
Tell us how it feels Gringo?
To have degenerated into a bicho
The epitome of disgust and loathing
A repugnant insect just like us
Refugees from sunlight and the day's saving grace.
Wearing darkness like a bad tattoo
Examples of filth greater than the nth degree
In constant search of dank asylum
I wasn't pissed off or unnerved by the text
Their diatribes message spoke the truth
I most likely was looked at as shit wrapped in skin
An old guttersnipe less of the man I had once been
A scourge, a blight ,an incurable infection
A scab on the face of God.
But how can a fair verdict be reached
If you don't know where I've been
Or if the journey to now was smooth or rocky.
So perk up the hairs on your back legs
afford me a response and listen
Cockroaches all around me
with shit eating grins
All ready to hear my summation
Once upon a time and not long ago
I lived like a refined Sheikh
I was handsome, wealthy and I thought oh so clever
Life was sweeter than a sun ripened date
I negligently spent friendships and haphazardly bought others
My concern was solely about me
After years of decadent behavior
That would have made Caligula blush
I reaped the consequences of it's malfeasance
My magic carpet refused to fly
The password" open sesame " was changed
My Genie moved out of his bottle
He bought a Condo in Miami
Wouldn't take my calls and
Ignored my wishes
The friends I had bought couldn't be returned for a refund
Fate always seeks the just retribution
Left in the sewage of my pestilence.
Creating a kingdom fit for the cockroach I've become
Not regretting the lesson that was learned
But fate has a left hand that the right is not aware of
On occasion it bestoys sympathy on those that feel remorse
I've been offered employment starting tomorrow no later
My new job and you'll like this
is as an EXTERMINATOR!
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