Roach

Easy was her name, cheap her game
She was cruising through her life
Ignoring all the facts
Just worried about her self
And getting on her back

She was a two-bit hooker
Married to the horse
The track marks on her arm
Made v-line look small
But man, she had a ball

I found her in a dumpster
Just behind the pub
I was looking for some food
And her drumsticks looked good

Hey mister rapist murderer man
Didn't your momma teach you?
Tidy up your mess
You left a bloodstain on her dress
It was lying in the road
I hate a frigging mess

Tell me how she felt
Did she cry when you stuck it too her
Did she scream
Or was she already blue
I wonder man, is it me or is it you
I feel guilty just writing this
But you get away with murder

Shit, I'm only a cockroach
I hope you get run over
While I chew through her femur

© 1994, Mosquitobyte