Space Roach poem

SPACE ROACH!
Space Roach
by Jake Sharon
08.15.13

You fly around space
feastin on space turds
you're a vermin with a burnin
for infesting the universe.

You got a big family
but you're lonely as a grouch
You found all the crumbs
Zorak left in his couch.

Your momma
your dad
your brother
your other brother Darrell
when I crunch you with my flip flops
You're gonna be sterile.

Now don't call me cracker
and don't eat my crackers.
and don't be a hater.
If I had a phone
I'd call the exterminator.

Also, you're back from space now.
You're just laying there on my dirty floor.
Well, gotta go!

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