life and times of mehitabel and archie

i was once a vers libre bard but now im typing and its hard cause i have turned into a roach by death who made me small and short of breath fate has changed my point of view since i died and was born anew and I can see things from the underside wich as a human I was denied so i sit and ponder and filosofise as pin brain human humanise and i can sit and laff and sneer as human follies soon appear but alas the crowning paradox of all i found a voice but no one hears my call where once I could upon the redwoods high now i can only sit and grin and sigh but some kernel of hope remain for last measure of my sole and brains that sum complimentary eye and hear shall share the wisdom of this unseemly seer