RATS (a poem)
BY GARY CORSERI
"I think we are in rats' alley
Where the dead men lost their bones" --T.S. Eliot
You're a rat in a maze and you can't get out.
The rats are eating the other rats.
How do you like this luscious rat food?
Gorge your full on the putrid cats.
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You're covered in dung and you smell like piss.
You can't remember when your dark coat shone.
You're living in sewers--you know the hiss