rats
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Dead People In The Bathroom
Mama’s in prison,
why ain’t she here?
There’s dead people
in the bathroom
and a rat over there.
The water kept rising,
When I was a teen I had a rat. A white dumbo rat, with red eyes, who was blind. Her name was Fresno, like the California nightcrawlers she bore resemblance to.
My rats are sweet
but they usually face defeat.
When people judge their faces
after previous disgraces.
They did not ask to be rats.
My rats are playful
but seen as shameful.
