Three weeks and four days
When last I saw the sun
Beneath the cobbled streets I live
Imprisoned for things I have not done
This dungeon under streets I live in
Starving, hoping for salvation
My cellmate, offers me his charity
Rat? He asks
Rat! Rat? What good is that?
Distract me from my musing with that rodent, you prat
I dined on steaks and fine wines before I was confined
If you think I'll eat a rat then you're out of your mind
Alas, I sit here bound in chains,
Dark shadows, my only friends in this dark place
I long to see her face once more,
For things to be as they were before.
But this hunger, this pain I can't ignore
My withered flesh, my shrivelled form
My cellmate pities the life I mourn
Rat? He asks
Rat!? A rat wont bring back her face
Not with their smell or oily taste
She'll probably find some other man in time
So shove your rat where the sun don't shine!
So hungry, it is of all I think
Sat here starving in this awful stink
My muse is gone, I can not think
I've used the same rhyme twice now, I stink
My cellmate I do implore thee
Do you have a rat to feed me?
My cellmate sadly shakes his head
Rat? He asks.
Rat? I'm all out I am afraid.
You've turned 'em down now every time
All that's left is cockroaches glazed in sewer slime
Don't worry though, they rot your tongue off, then they're fine.