A Vision of the Future

Cockroach, cockroach, brown and black,
Something humans hate and tread on
What’s the betting you’ll be back
After insect-Armageddon?

Changed, gigantic, it may be,

Yes,  a monster Blattus blattus,
Who will take with oily glee
Every chance to squash and splat us?

Jerome Betts

If you have any thoughts on this poem, Jerome Betts  would be pleased to hear them.