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Cockroaches Are Precocious, Poetry by C.P. Hickey

Genre: Funny

 

“Cockroaches Are Precocious”

By C.P. Hickey

 

I find cockroaches to be precocious.

 

Especially, those from Nacogdoches.

 

Scurry hurry, here and there.

 

On their backs, legs in the air.

 

 

Marvel at their quick precision,

 

Never in the same position.

 

Lights go on and full disperse,

 

Champion of the universe.

 

 

Evolution’s most refined,

 

With creepy crawlies of their kind.

 

There’s no sense to choose denial,

 

They are masters of survival.

 

 

You never know where they’ll be,

 

Behind the fridge, amidst laundry.

 

They have a sneaky super power,

 

I once found one in the shower.

 

As just as fast I’ll change my shtick

 

Here’s a thought to sit down with:

 

To the most unsuspecting palate,

 

Roaches make a great three-bean salad.

 

So don’t adhere to superstition,

 

High protein supports nutrition.

 

Listen to this noble truth,

 

We’ve all eaten a bug or two.

 

 

So next time when you make a face,

 

While snacking crunchy carapace,

 

Be sure to think of blooming roses,

 

And remember roaches are precocious.

 

 

Especially, those from Nacogdoches.

 

 

 

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BURNING TEARS, Poetry by Lesang Sedibe

Genre: Sad

BURNING TEARS

by Lesang Sedibe

Have you ever felt so cold inside
What about the the burn that rushes within every part of the body
Are you feeling colds and burns mingling without mercy of how it hurts
Burning tears running a mile dragging the skin line of your face
It can’t be stopped until that memory is gone…forever gone
Everything break lose
The heart faints because it can’t handle no more
The eyes can’t hold on…tears needs a way out
Everything burn like a horrible dream

Have you ever felt the burn that won’t stop ’til the memory is gone?
It makes my eyes breakdown with burning tears
Tears that takes away the surviving heart I had
Do you understand what I’m going through…
Have you ever felt what I’m going through…
Did you survive what I’m going through…
Cause I don’t understand but I’m feeling and surviving

 

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