Paul E Sexton, Poetry

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Crawl Away on Dead Legs



Now
Ive got this dead
COCKROACH
on my bathroom floor.
It must have been
nearly
two weeks
since I
crushed the little bastard
with a hairspray can.
I cant seem
to pick him
up
and flush him.
So he sits
and stares at me.
Death waiting
staring at me
on the crapper.
Staring while I shit.
Staring while I read
comic books
and listen to Cure CDs
I HATE him.
I wish he would crawl away
on DEAD LEGS.