The Dead Cockroach

The dead cockroach approached the jury
Well aware of its intentions to be hung.
He was charged with,
FIRST DEGREE DISORDERLY DIRTINESS (and trespassing).
(The end came quick)
Before he knew
He’d took the stand
And swore I do
The lawyer asked him for the truth
The cockroach said I have no truth
And then he plead why should I care
No matter what you’ll be unfair
I’m just a bug
Who had his dreams
Who had his hopes
And self-esteem.
But in this world
There is no God
There is no love
There is no hope
Because of how
I look you see
I just can’t live
I just can’t be
He opened up his wings and flew
And then a man took out his shoe
And whacked him to the floor real quick
And said this whole thing made him sick
The cockroach still with words to speak
Was almost dead and very weak
But rather leave him there for dead
They sliced his legs and then his head
And that’s how all was meant to be
The cockroach dead why not a flea or bee or even me