Parasites

I saw her on TV

We looked nothing alike

With her manicured nails

And long blonde curls

The camera lights

Framing her shirt

That said, “Parasites”

In big white letters

Everyone knew her

We all saw the video

Making the rounds

That made her famous

A man not unlike me

Swung at her pretty face

After she called him

something the beeps obscured

Now, with a mic in place of a fist

she wonders aloud

"Why we can’t all be friends?"

"Why can’t we have peace?"

All while

She stands there before millions

In her shirt harkening

Parasites

The bright lights

Of the news camera

Question not

Who these parasites are

Or what one does

With cockroaches

Or termites

Or ants

I know.

We know.

All of us should know

The inevitable outcome

When she says there's

Parasites

Within

These walls

That there’s only one end

but the sand against buried heads cools

So the news lady carries on

As if the shirt said “sports”

I sigh

wretchedly thinking that

like the man that made her famous

I want to hit her, too.

Tired

I look in the mirror, wondering

Maybe within me,

there was a cockroach after all

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