Why Cockroachs aren't Beautiful

Underdogs of the sewers
Who bring infection, disease
And assault our pure cleansed homes.
Here dirt and earth have no place.
Brown hiding in the dark,
Small creatures that can be crushed
Easily
Under our shoes.
Better are
Poisonous fumes
That consume them
As they lie with their ugly belly facing us
Twitching their legs as if in some struggle.
So easy they are to kill
Yet we fear them with our hearts.
The brave ones proudly
Pick them up and dangle them teasingly,
As we feel foolishly scream and order them to be thrown away.
Such small little petty things.
Yet
We fear them with our hearts.
They sprout out from everywhere
Every season
As if in resistance to
The new brand of poisons this year.
Every year.
How much longer till
It consumes us
And we lie with our ugly bellies facing the Earth
Twitching and writhing in pain?

The underdogs, however, will still crawl
Survive the apocalypse
As they have for each dynasty.