urban vermin gets around
there's nowhere that he can't be found
if you don't think so -- turn around!
ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
scruffy creepy crawly things
own your home -- till the alarm clock rings
still their musty odor clings
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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.
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