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rodent.

I am tired of you
interrupting my sleeping patterns coming in unannounced 
leaving me a mess and expecting me to clean it
God you think you have it so hard 

I must hand it to you 
it must be so sad and hard
having to scurry around through pink corridors 
eating bile and resting between the legs of prostitutes
forever fearing the day you'll be met by the real Toms
the ones who will strip you of your flesh
and lap up the sad fluids in your body

but please save it
for your cries spew like disease
and I'd rather listen to the blood hiss from you as cold determined wire snaps your neck



Written by SychophanticSlag
Published | Edited 25th Apr 2013
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