Arthropods

There, the noise is all in the sink

Dirty kitchen must be a deluxe to them.

Then flew as wings boasts brisk,

Regurgitating from day-old dish rubbish.

An answer to convergent evolution is the reflex

Glad the half-buck worth mule is on reach.

So as the cockroach's fate

Doom as to the stink, as to the splatter

Appendages convulsing and of wanting to flip over,

Ditch of cycle—to bounce back to life.

Continuously adapting to be something else.

They all did serve being the fester

As few last wiggles give over

Surpassing the unfathomable that is beyond

The decomposer bloomed.