Yours Truly.

I am the roach

You will approach

To give complaints

And ease your pains

But you forget

The moment we met;

I have feelings, too

Just like you.

I don't just poke

Because I can.

When you get stroke-

CT Scan.

I order them all

My bosses will call

Cause when I forget

They'll make me regret.

You lie on your bed

All covered in sweat

And call me nurse

But that's not the worst;

The moment I approach,

A tired, hungry roach,

You shoo me away

And make me pay.

My bosses yell

Roach, you're so slow!

Am I in hell?

I cannot tell.

When will I get

A morsel to eat?

You lie on your bed

"Roach, put up my feet".

I'm not your servant

Though I am the government's...

I guess that makes me

Your servant, honorary.

Yours Truly.

17 July 2016