rodents / 30.01.19
tiny little mice
scurry along the floor;
no fear or sense
of dignity as they
slam open my
bathroom door.
pathetic little creatures,
they run, noisy as
ever could be. they
act as if this is their home,
as if they were here
before me.
most of my pathetic
life I've crawled
amongst these halls.
but it seems they
think they're able
to roam inside my walls.
fat, ugly rats.
they smell of filth.
they even feast on my
foods with a lack of remorse.
what lowly creatures
they are, thinking they
are welcome here.
I pray for their death
and rejoice at the sight
of the cold, dead bodies
which are hidden
in the back of the
cupboards.
little creatures.
bloated, filthy vermin.
humans with no names
or meaning to their
short lives.
they disgust me
in every single way.
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We Came From The Dark Ages
PoetryA book of poems written by me. Please note, I'm an amateur and am constantly editing my pieces. This is here to get my work out for others to read. If you have any suggestions for poets to check out, please feel free to let me know :)
