Poem 534
Supposing envy might be the reason for our enmity to the cockroach …
Polemic
To think we can wipe out life on earth is pure conceit when the purple rain or whatever comes the cockroach will be undisturbed life's most successful adapter far outstripping us in withstanding heat cold tolerance of radiation breeding around any insecticide going without water eating wood if it has to or the skin of grease on metal our ruined world will be the cockroach playground thriving across the nuclear winter poisonous air and water the starvation of everything else against this picture we have only spite uniquely human the crushing of every cockroach that breaks cover before its time