A confession

Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. I’ve committed the worst crime, I killed someone today. But I had to set myself free from his constant bedevilment and exasperation. I had to set myself free from his titillation which terrorized me in the middle of the night, after which I sat wide awake in abhorrence that he would return. All my unsuccessful pursuits in fear and anxiety, only to find him gone; disappear like a fart in the wind!

But today morning, he appeared. So ugly, so awful, so hideous and gross, it makes me throw-up. I could see the grotesque that he was. With my head held up high, I decided that today I would have my revenge. I would kill that bastard. He tried to deceive and elope upon seeing me, but not today. He just could not betray my murderous will. This was my chance, my day! I swallowed my fear and quickly gathered my weapons, the weapons of mass destruction – Hit and broom. I sprayed him dead. I stabbed him with the broom of mass destruction until his limbs stopped moving. I killed that Cockroach.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

But why do I feel he is still around?