I WAS A MAN WITH A CRICKET BITTEN HAND,
A HORRIBLE SMELLING, ANNOYING SOUNDING HOUSE
AND A SKINNY LIZARD.
SO LONELY
NO ONE EVER WANTED TO COME OVER,
"BUT I HAVE AN AMAZING LIZARD" I'D TELL THEM.
"IT'S TOO SKINNY, NOT LIVELY ENOUGH, AND IT SMELLS."
ALL THAT WAS BEFORE I GOT RAD ROACHES,
RAD ROACHES DON'T BITE,
THEY DON'T SMELL AND THEY GAVE MY LIZARD UNBELIEVABLE GIRTH.
NOW MY LIZARD IS RAD AND I HAVE FRIENDS
I'LL NEVER GET CRICKETS AGAIN.
BITING IS NOT THE ONLY THING WRONG WITH CRICKETS, THEY SMELL, THEY JUMP, THEY CLIMB, AND THEY FRUSTRATE THE LIVING HECK OUT OF A DECENT PERSON TRYING TO GET SOME HARD EARNED SLEEP AFTER A FULL NIGHT OF PARTYING AND LOVE MAKING AND ALL YOU CAN HEAR IS THE CHIRPING IN THE OTHER ROOM, AND WHATS WORSE IS I SPILLED A TUB OF CRICKETS IN MY HOUSE MONTHS AGO , SO FREAKIN' FORGET CATCHING THEM ALL. I WAS QUICK ENOUGH TO CATCH MOST OF THEM , BUT THOSE "TOKEN TWO," I THINK THEY'RE IN THE WALLS. CHIRP... CHIRP... CHIRP.... I'D PLUCK SOME WINGS IF I COULD FIND THEM IN DRYWALL.