I love the struggling rat.
Now what do you think of that?
He never tries to reach the skies,
He never sighs or alibis;
He always honors family ties --
He's better than a lot of guys
Who sneer, and then avert their eyes
As servants put out poisoned bait,
So much the working rat they hate.
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About Me
- Esav Benyamin
- URBAN POET is a place for my poetry and other bitter comments on the human experience, with occasional contributions from friends.
2 comments:
Good job big man! You may have found your niche in life!
FZP
Yeah, see, I'm a rat.
That's right.
What are you gonna do about it?
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