I can feel him sitting there,

Shifting beneath my stare.

I’m sure he’s watching me,

Being as creepy as he can possibly be.

I thought I heard him last night,

Moving near my trashcan, but out of sight.

Still, find him I did not

And then I heard him not a lot.

I can feel him sitting there,

Shifting beneath my stare.

I’m sure he’s in my jeans on the floor,

Or maybe hiding under my closet door.

But I’m too afraid to look and see,

Because what if he runs after me!

Or worse, what if there’s more than one?

I would simply come undone!

I can feel him sitting there,

Shifting beneath my stare.

I’m sure he’s going to crawl in my bed.

And at night he will scamper on my head!

Oh but if this nightmare actually came true,

I would scream and not know what to do.

These things don’t usually bother me,

But this grossness in my room really must die, you see?

Because I know when I turn off the light…

THE ROACH IN MY ROOM WILL COME OUT AND BITE.

I call it "Insomnia a la Cucaracha"

Ah…..!!! Note time of post: 1:37AM. I sit in my living room. Scared. Alone. Terrified. I HATE YOU BUG. Goodnight New York. Goodnight people of the world. And you... Goodnight Michelangelo. Yes. That’s your name. I like you more when you have a name – similar to a pet. Right..?