To Be a Cockroach
Sometimes I feel like a cockroach
Feared and hated by the many
Misunderstood by everybody
Nobody can stand my face
Noone wants to be in my place
Sometime I want to be a cockroach
To travel anywhere i can cite
To reach places even by flight
I can fit inside the smallest hole
Not caring about dirtying my soul
But everybody should be a cockroach
To understand its simple life
Living, surviving by the knife
To face up and be stepped down
To crawl and eat on the ground
– Poetic Dustbin