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Star BG Jan 2018
What does a rat think about when scurrying along
below starry sky?

Does it wonder what bugs and little animals it could find
to partake in an evening feast?
Or if there are any humans near by to go “eek a rat”?

Does it look at those rat hotels in parks and laugh
knowing they are way too smart for that trick?

Is it happy to be in the night breeze allowing its nose to lead it to a trash rat party at the other side of town?

DO THEY hang around in small groups listening
for the PIED PIPER
to come out and give their feet dance?

Is the rat thinking about celebrating by taking part in a full moon ceremony before they hit the garbage can?

Perhaps it’s contemplating how to stay far away from humans, as they have no clue on how smart they are.

For, most rat’s are more intelligent than dogs and make great pets but they don’t want that news to be passed around.

And as for taste, they taste like chicken but thats a secret they hope won’t get into mainstream media.... And prayed about often
I decided to do a few animal thoughts for fun. This is second in the series.
ADDED LINE THANKS TO A GRAND WRITERS INPUT Krista DelleFemine
Middy Dec 2017
Rat
It’s chewing my insides
It’s gobbling me up
I feel so awful
Sick and disgusting

I carry death
I chew down my enemies
I sink ships with a nibble
And I go down with it

My guts are churning
I feel so bad
My heart feels rotten
Like that Apple over there
God I feel worse
Watch out all of you mindless people
I feel so sick
People really do underestimate rats
They are Small but they care for family
They are small but they can **** millions
Francie Lynch Sep 2017
I have a mouseolem,
Somewhere in my walls;
I set traps with favored cheese,
Peanut butter really teases,
These are my preferred baits.
Some days they just can't wait
To navigate my drawers.
Eat bristles from my BBQ brush,
Crumbs on counters and on floors.
They're good at reproducing,
It's what they're wired for.
They're good with their escape,
Both mouse and my bait;
And that concerns me.
Is their rate of copulation
Proportionate to a brighter breed?
Twice the traps have disappeared
With all the treats in tact;
I was sorely feeling stumped,
Yet sure I wouldn't be out-*******.

I'm on top of it.
They won't win.
It's a survival struggle we're caught in.
If we snap the minion mice,
We'll surely ****** the rat.
And every cat will arch it's back,
The traps are set,
No going back.
Mouseoleum: For mice
Laurel Leaves Sep 2017
I'm not the way home reminds me
I waft through the world obtaining the ideals
Of unanimous prophecies

Spelling it as if it is so
He turns towards me and hands me the fine tip of a needle
open arms
Wide
Swings the words through catalytic loops

Soulmate
Forever
He says
Till the final throws of life come through my eyes
I wont breathe still youre mine

But I'm motionless
I freeze as the cracks take their form
The natural progression of ice melting
It signifies nothing
Nodding as the moonlight
Devours
I sit still for hours
Cigarette after cigarette
The thick chews of ginger candy
Wrappers clothing me

I'm the skin
Holding our bodies as they morph into one
As the paint fumes poison us
Rats tickling the walls

We lie
To ourselves
Above the sheets on the bed
I tell him I want to see the world
He perks
confused
"Aren't I your world?"
When I was 17 and I didnt know any better.
Acina Joy Sep 2017
We build our bridges of starlight
only burnt down by the blazing sun.
But we've just transgressed to night,
where owl wings have come undone.

The rat scuttles past the forest floor,
leaves crunching in their path like the fall,
as some people leave open doors,
when they have no one else to call.

The owl swoops in to take its meal
on four, short weak  legs.
The shadows across her window
shows the two dropping into her bed.

The owl took its meal and ate;
his stomach was now full.
The man had what he wanted to take.
He left a feeling so cold and cruel.

Burning bridges isn't fun
if they can only be seen at night.
They can only be burnt by the sun,
and these were bridges of starlight.
I hope you guys like this poem. It's my first one on this website.
Johnny Q Aug 2017
He lifts you and carries you someplace
Doesn't even matter where
I sit someplace and stare
Doesn't even matter where.
Pictures flash before our eyes
Mine just in my head, yours come from outside.
Every day, there's so much at stake
I don't even gamble it all away
Already lost my money on the way to the casino.
Will you think about
What marriage and Stockholm Syndrome have in common
When you stand at the altar and tell him you love him?
Hear me sigh
It feels so ******* bad
Being a ******* rat
And not the live one on your sweet shoulder
Just the dead one under your boyfriend's shoe.
on an evening
of bleak winter chill
a lone knight rode
to Bartonleigh hill*

stationed there
was his maiden cute
plucking the strings
of an out of tune lute

as she plucked
the rats did cry
never had they heard
such a rumpus lullaby

upon her door
a knocker knocked
it was the lone knight
minus his left sock

oh she said
your foot looks blue
come warm it near
the fire's flaming hue

he quickly placed
his toes by the hearth's side
thence gave a promise
*to take her as his bride
HappyHappyHappy Apr 2017
I chew on my finger constantly

It's stupid alright,
I can't stop it though.

I know it will be hard to type
I know the tips of my fingers will hurt
I know my stomach will ache from the bacteria
I know my fingers will hurt

But I can't help but doing it.



It's the same as loving her.

**Knowing it will hurt. Then keep on doing it.
okay i do chew on them and im trying to stop. ugh!!
Zero Nine Mar 2017
When I'm scared
And could not feel more fear
This is where I run to
My home is a rats' nest,
That I share with you
My home is a rats' nest
Parity. Ambivalence.
Stolen at once -- mistake
Our better days pass far behind
Is a lie my heart betrays
My home is a rats' nest
That I share with you I
Invite your adverse conditions,
Your brittle healing hands
We stole parity
by mistake
Stole ambivalence
by mistake
We have detritus decor for days.
by mistake?
On the shores of her lunacy,
the lake before the sea
hidden well
before the ugly human ocean.
We own a rats' nest.
Rats' nest.
What's love?
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