#323
Compassion
I walk into the bathroom,
Where, much to my chagrin,
I saw a scruffy cockroach,
Looking weak and thin.
I could have smashed him silly,
But I withheld my blow
And tossed the little fellow
A piece of mouldy dough.
He grabbed it with his mandibles,
Stuffed it in his vest,
Winked at me in passing,
Said, "Dude, you are the best."