THE COCKROACH ON THE SCALE

THE COCKROACH ON THE SCALE

the scale did not register his weight as he crossed across the scale's lever.
The dial remained motionless, refusing to move for such a small and insignificant being.
Although this creature was not concerned with its particular size nor body weight,
unceased by neither hate nor disease, his eyes lied upon the numbered platter
where its brothers and sisters had multiplied, sprayed in display, where all have died.
He and his brethren had become strong soldiers of survival
without a significant rival
and would sneak to pillage the waste of the large one.
He could not be caught nor bought out, never for sale.
He simply sought out the cheese cake dropped onto the scale......
And the death spray was displayed.....
in the wake of a new fat fuck with roach spray....
"GO AWAY!"
Roach spray
approach, and now go away