There’s a roach along the baseboard
on his way to someplace dark,
like a villain staying hidden
in the shadows of the park,
an evil behind the smile
a wink that goes unseen,
the chill of winter’s stillness
covers everything that’s green.
Down the hall a life is fading
nurses scurry to be sure,
with flashing lights and buzzers
the doctors all concur,
The waiting room is silent
Third shift will now begin
a crack between the baseboards
helps the roach to squeeze right in.
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