Roach!
When they see you, they yell,Eek! A horrid roach!But I feel sort of bad becauseI wouldn’t like it much if
Flags
I existed, once.More a symbolThan factory-made cloth.A symbol of terrorismOr faithOr hopeWas decided for me more oftenThan not. Flags wave
When I Grow Up,
Teach, I wanna be like an old, sad, dog.I’ll lie back on the faded, sinking couchLet it swallow me up