The Rat In Me
By Zez
The Rat In Me Crouching, trembling, I curled myself Into the smallest bit Of walked over, passed by, Unseen, untouched Chunk of Thrown away Life, To ever live. And I see where it's at, And I grab all it's got, The pile of sweet And filth and rot. And work my way in, Sucking all the juice From this place Of lost dreams. Written February 27th, 2002 © on Feb 27 2002 05:11 AM PST, mike 0 • 1
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