Cockroaches in My Cupboard

Save me your sweet talks mister peddler For I need no more of your inactive insecticides You are nothing less of a swindler How much did I pay for your herbicides That made weeds grow in my farm? You thought coming and going every season Without being queried about your prescriptions Meant I would forever be blind My eyes are now wild opened You came and presented me an offer That could make my farm buffer But in the end I bet to differ You thieved me and broke into the farm And made away with the little that could survive You are now in my home growing insects The only insecticide that makes cockroaches Grow in size and number How wonderful, mister swindler Now these cockroaches have filled the cupboard Destroying all my food I shall call on the entire household For an intensive in house cleaning And the cockroaches shall be eliminated.