Me as a Rat

Scurry, scamper, shove

brethren climbing high 

o'er each other's failing corpses.

Hurry, hamper, have

'My brethren, food is nigh'

'fill yourself with the sauces'

Rat's we are so close to

human life.

Stealing and striving.

Solitary... and alone.

I am a Human.

I am a Rat.

The End

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