That’s what they do:
They run. Run run run
On little roach legs
They run around on the floor
They are on the table. And
behind the drapes. Cock-
roaches all over
the place
And now:
the cockroaches have
to die. It’s a lot of suffering
I don’t know why
In absolute terror we live
Out lives. And there is not
A one of us who
will survive
I read somewhere where they’ll eat each other if one of them is dead.
Pretty catchy rhyming. I’ve seen them in action, skittering like skilled runners, knowing just where to hide.
“Run, run, run” reminds me of that Doors song that starts with “Not to touch the earth, not to see the sun, nothing left to do but run, run, run.” I’m sure Jim Morrison would have been appreciated by them if only for that song.