I went to the store for one special item
And came back with ten other things
Forgetting what I was sent for
But unwilling to return
In the middle of the night
I'd found a cockroach in the kitchen
But when I got back with the swatter
It had already escaped
I figured I needed some roach motels
Where it could safely sleep
The way it reminded me of my sins
As soon as I awake
The part of me I want to remove
But unconsciously love to keep
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