Thursday 28 April 2011

Rathouse


I’m not the rat I used to be,
i’m not a rat at all,
i am just a shadow behind the cracks of every wall.
I see things that shouldn’t be seen,
so my skin will start to crawl,
away from every inch of flesh, thats stands me up so tall.
I see more than most rats in a house,
I’ve seen rats eat more than a mouse,
I’ve seen poison swallowed with pride,
no longer a killer, just a means to get high.
And now you humans are just squirming at the thought of us vermin coming at you when your gurning.

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