The Pot & the Pendulum

¿Who are you to wave your finger?
Like a pendulum:
Knocking, clocking gainst the pan & pot;
Twisting on ovens & stoves to boil them hot;
Clicking your million tiny feet gainst the linoleum.
I see you nowhere,
But I know you’re everywhere,
‘Cause I hear you everywhere.
¿Who are you to judge me in my own kitchen?
Sneaking through my pantry door,
Eating all o’ my stores,
Leaving your serum all ‘long my floor.
¿Who are you to infest me in my own kitchen,
Invading my veins, intruding on my every pore?
Quoth the papa roach:
“Not anymo’.”