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.
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
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