RAID

RAID

Cockroaches killed
Mom and dad
At home this morning,
Here in the
House that
Jack built.

They'd multiplied and
Prospered for years.
Unfettered by any restraint.
They ate our food,
Rent our clothes,
Took what they
Could carry and
Spoiled the rest,
Here in the
House that
Jack built.

Leave them alone,
We were ordered.
Touch not a hair
On their heads.
They deserve to live
Too you've got enough.
Welcome them
inside
instead.

Inside they came,
Cockroaches in dresses,
With hairy-holed faces,
Many with funny hats,
Lurking and waiting,
Hiding foul faces,
Roach World
After dark.

Then one day the
Cockroaches
Killed
Mom and Dad
Right here at home
While we watched.
Glass and flames,
Billowing smoke,
Endless dust,
Firemen choke,
Children scream,
Mom and dad
Burn
To a crisp,
All right here
At home
In the
House that
Jack built.

It was tense for a while.
What will they do?
Will they force us to
Surrender as usual,
While the poor mistreated
Cockroaches rule?

Hell no we won't,
Was the answer,
Thank God!
A leader we've
Got us at last.

Jack is out,
We'll build a new house,
It's time to clean up this place,
So Reach for the RAID, boys,
Let us Spray,
Now
It's
Our Turn
To
Fight.

"RAID: It Kills Bugs Dead."