Wednesday, 3 April 2013

Rats


Sifting through another’s remains
Trapped inside the city maze
Yellow eyes, and stony gaze,
          The rats come out to play!

Silently picking off those below them
Careful to not offend those above them
Moving hence from grate to drain,
          The rats come out to play!

Creeping on their soft pampered bellies
Spend all day watching their tellies
Night and dark is their domain,
          The rats come out to play!

Shriek and scream and scratch the floor
The likes of which you’ve never seen before
Hold onto their lives without abandon,
          Our world is not the same!

                   Until we sweep this vermin beneath our rugs
                   Exterminate their fleas and bugs
                   Turn the world into one large working class
                   And make them all eat grass.

And while we wait for the world to catch up
While we wait for the signs to be right
And while we wait for the economists theory
          The rats come out to play.