Headless Roaches.

Roaches freak me out. Period.

HEADLESS ROACHES

Six legged monster,

In shiny brown armour,

Voiceless little creepers,

They make me cower.

Broken legs,

Or even headless,

Tough little creepers,

They scare me witless.

Nuclear radiations,

Or even starvation,

Hardy little creepers,

My source of irritation.

Creepy little crawlies,

Sometimes they even fly,

Menacing they'll appear to me,

I'd wish one of us'll die.

Urgh. I have no idea why I just wrote a poem with four freaking quatrains about roaches. Thought it might have something to do with the stupid roach that kept me up last night. 

Anyways, Do you know that roaches can survive 9 friggin' DAYS headless? That they can survive months without any food? or make a living by consuming ONLY postage stamp glue? and that it is a popular theory that roaches will inherit the world if a nuclear war is to happen and mankind goes extinct, because roaches can stand radiation better than humans?

Bet you don't. They're the worst pests on planet earth I tell you. I say earth because there might be mutant roaches out there you know. They're hardy, they probably can survive on a barren planet somewhere in the galaxy...