The cockroach saw my shadow
And knew death was coming his way
Equipped with a shoe a hammer and a spray
I was tricked when he crawled into a hollow
Bastard
Through the floorboards behind the old wardrobe
That had never moved since dad had died abroad
While raking the dust with my panhandle
I found an old badge that had seen battle
Weirdo
The square and the compass typical pack
Of belonging to an elite of men
In aprons for the immemorial kitchen
Prior to my birth and after my death
As eternity is passing us blow by blow
The hollow was shallow as a wisecrack
The beast saw me distracted
He could hear the angels sing heavenly loaded
On the blaring bleeding radio