#rodent
everybody wants you dead
bad guy
villain
in every tale
told to children
looking under beds
for nightmares
disease ridden vermin
universally hated
no more than fifteen feet
from any Londoner
on the street
above sewers where little feet
scurry among excrement
waste from those above
what did you do
you furry little **** faced
******* to obtain the moniker
of the embodiment of all evil
looking almost cute
oversized mouse
who missed out
on the distribution
of love among creatures
Oct 7, 2021
Oct 7, 2021 at 1:52 PM UTC
Pop ‘em pillies
OD on my pellets, I know
It ain’t pretty:
Experienced, suicidal
Gotham city
All up in head I rave, yup
Desperate times
I will show you how bad I gave up
Shovel in my hands
I’m digging my own grave
You don’t understand
It’s too late to be saved
Falling for the trap
To be poisoned, no comment
There’s no turning back
Let’s pretend I’m a rodent
Pop ‘em pillies
Pop, pop
Pop ‘em pillies
Pillies
It ain’t pretty
The ways that I **** me
I’m my own pest control
And I dig my own grave
These are just one of the ways
To show you how bad I gave up
Mar 13, 2020
Mar 13, 2020 at 10:04 AM UTC
I am light brown with shining eye. A small rodent some might call me.
Though small I may be, I live in everyone
Beneath the cracks in the darkest rooms of the word,
I scurry to those who need my comfort
And they embrace my touch.
The lion always chases me. He despises me.
Yet he fears me, one so small.
The black lion, dark as night
I am his mortal enemy.
Most of the time I hide in the shadows
People look to me
To see what they truly are
And the deepest reaches of what is it to be human
Flow forth from me.
The lion never ceases, never stops
Always frantically trying to extinguish my flame
I will never die
I live in us all and I scurry this earth
My comfort helps those in need
Beneath the cracks in the darkest rooms of the world.
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 6:35 PM UTC