Kitchen Floor

I lie dead on your kitchen floor.

My relatives will surely take my revenge.

Today your weapon of choice was a slipper.

I'm glad! It gave me a clean death.

Yesterday, you had used the newspaper,

Swatted it with all your might

My sister suffered immensely,

While she struggled to survive.

But we are a relentless lot.

The more you kill us;

The faster we shall multiply

And we shall poison all your food, slowly,

Till you finally die!