She Speaks
What is your deal, woman? Sitting there,
acting like a princess, so pleased to be
where you are. You've seen the cockroaches,
why in hell are you not put off? Let me
try this again. There, see, scummy cockroach
on your bedspread; shriek for Christ's sake.
How about this: I'll walk on your hand.
Hi there, little one. You're so cute.
Why is she talking as if I'll understand?
You know what your problem is? You've
been around too many people who hate
bugs. You've finally found an insect lover.
She's crazier than I thought. She loves bugs?
That's just, that's silly. Even I hate bugs. And
I'm the most loathsome of the bunch. She's
too pretty; she can't be a bug lover.
I'm glad I have a friend here. To be honest,
I feel pretty all alone. I could really use
a good listener to talk to. You're a good listener,
right?
I think I'm falling in love. Listen, lovely lady?
All I do is listen.
I hope you like singing too. I sing when I'm
blue.
Oh, you've no idea. A pretty voice makes me
plain weak in the knees. You sing well,
I take it?
I think I've got a very nice voice, if I do say so
myself. I can sing you to sleep if you want. I
think I love lullabies most of all.
I know I'm a cockroach and everything, but
if I were a man I'm sure I'd ask you to
marry me.
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