Karina the Cockroach

Always somehow off to the side Lives Karina the cockroach. The hated fat is gone. She's slimmed. But there's little joy. Sitting, with a sour face, Alone, Karina the cockroach. She'd complain to the flies, But she can't work up the nerve. Doesn't look at shop windows anymore… What makes Karina the cockroach mad Is the very fact that someone by deceit Lured her into being a cockroach. Maybe one day the sorrow will pass, Karina the cockroach. The time of moaning forgotten. All will sink away, the cockroach dream too…