O loathsome crawling thing
Be done with your miniscule affairs
O hungry creeping speck
I release you from your cares Be gone Roach!
You live on carrion That's outrageous
You're probably contagious
Blind crippled and half-squashed
and yet you carry on
Your persistence is disgusting
I could never find myself [bad word] 
creature that would rather live in the trash than in the lawn
 [bad word] your problems are not mine
I love life but with you I draw the line
Not to flaunt my superior design
But next to you I'm practically divine
 [bad word] your problems are not mine