(From the Inkblot theater show of the same name)

O loathsome crawling thing
Be done with your miniscule affairs
O hungry creeping speck
I release you from your cares 
Be gone, Roach!

You live on carrion 
That's outrageous
You're probably contagious
Blind crippled and half-squashed
and yet you carry on
I could never find myself trusting
A creature that would rather live in the trash than in 
the lawn

Cockroach your problems are not mine
I love life but with you I draw the line
Not to flaunt my superior design
But next to you I'm practically divine
Cockroach your problems are not mine