Two rats locked up
that write the time
and play all day
and you love them.

A meter cubed
is their whole life.
You peer inside
and you love them.

Their dirtied floor
marks thirty more
grey days of waste
and you love them.

But once in a while
you'll take them out,
they'll climb about
and you love them.

Across your pants
and up your sleeve
to sniff your ear
and you love them.

A sudden move,
they scare with ease.
They **** and ****.
You grab their necks.

You put them back
and curse their feet
that beg retreat
and crawl and scratch.

And from afar
you hear them squeak
and claw the cage
and you love them.

Just keep them there
all safe and sound.
To you, they'll pray,
and you'll love them.