2 Roaches and a Proof

I moved in today, just me and my book

A kettle, some chalk, and a saucepan to cook

Twelve square meters, a mattress on floor

But something was scratching behind the door

At 3 AM, I heard a sound

Two tiny voices, crawling around

"Hey math boy, don't be afraid —

We're here to help with the mess you've made."

Two roaches talking, clear and wise

In my apartment, no disguise

They whisper proofs, they sketch and scheme

And math becomes a lucid dream

They call themselves Emmy and Kurt

They quote old papers, never curt

"Forget the fear, you're not insane —

You've tapped into the genius vein."

Riemann's ghost and P vs NP

They solve it all while sipping tea

Navier-Stokes and Birch's quest

They scribble answers, never rest

Two roaches dancing on my desk

Their minds are sharp, their moves grotesque

They crack the codes, they bend the rules

And turn my flat into math school

So if you think you're all alone

With just your thoughts and silent phone —

Check the corner, hear the click

You might just meet a bug that's slick