I fucking hate cockroaches!

This isnt a poem, this is me telling you I fucking hate cockroaches! There is no subtle hint behind this, there is no double meaning or slick metaphor, its just me saying I fucking hate cockroaches! Now if your house has even been attacked by these monsters, you will understand my feelings and you will have said it as well. Because “I fucking hate cockroaches!” is a sentiment that most NORMAL people can relate to. The big issue I have is that every damn summer these vile beings find their way back into my home. And with them goes every sense of safety I could feel at home. Whenever I open my door to come home, I check the whole damn hallway to make sure its safe. I am scared to walk into my own home. I fucking hate cockroaches! for doing this to me. I fucking hate cockroaches! for ruining my stay in Japan. I’m fighting every urge Ive got to not just smoke bomb my home. Every time I turn a corner I have to check, everytime I open my waste bin I have to check, everytime I make food, I have to check. This is a bad way to live life. I fucking hate cockroaches!

Now, sometimes I try to make a poem that everyone can relate to, but this time its all about me. I just needed to vent, I just needed to do something to show me how bad Im feeling. I needed to record this moment in time, so that when I look back on it, I can be like HEY I dont have that problem anymore. And for some reason, whenever I tell people that Ive got these monsters, they respond with “clean up”. My response to their response is always FUCK YOU. Because Im messy, and that means that clothes are everywhere. But food is always in the trash or in the fridge. Its never out and about to smell up my place. Im not dirty. Man, I fucking hate cockroaches! So take this as you will. This might just be me as emotional as I can get.

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