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Rodent

  1. Dark window shadowy room
  2. Black widow encroaching doom
  3. Shattered glass
  4. Mutter in class
  5. Backward glance at
  6. A tattered past
  7. Clattered fast
  8. First and last
  9.  
  10. Down his arm a scar ran
  11. Reached out tarred hand
  12. Skinny little feather of a man
  13. Dismissed little deer mouse
  14. They cease to hear him out
  15. Don't doubt they fear he's louse
  16.  
  17. Checking on his cage
  18. Nebbing on his case
  19. For smelling like sage
  20. Just give me the cheese
  21. Give me the grease
  22. He admits he
  23. Be so sickly
  24. Dearie dearie
  25. Fill me flimsy
  26. Don't forgive me
  27. That's so last century
  28.  
  29. Reservoir of disease
  30. Man of war on his knees
  31. Balthazar gave him antifreeze
  32. Drink this, glis glis
  33. His pink lips hiss hiss
  34. With death's quick crisp kiss
  35.  
  36. Rat tailed maggot
  37. Cast out baggage
  38. It's an adage
  39. That's he's been damaged
  40. More than any bandage can manage
  41. His manner's automatic
  42. he ought ta had it
  43. but started ta panic
  44. And never had planned it
  45.  
  46. Too many teen rage phases
  47. When he weaving his freak ways ain't it
  48. A weak gauge of deep pain
  49. That headache strain
  50. Smells like cheap paint
  51. That ain't sweet taste
  52.  
  53. He don't focus on the folkways
  54. Only fixate on his own ways
  55. Like his folks did in the old days
  56. The smoke haze cover his whole face
  57. Oh god I'm so dazed
  58. He do the world no favor
  59. Only observe his own nature
  60. He cater to his own flavors
  61. Curator his own savior
  62. Till hes unsewn by his own saber
  63.  
  64. Not around yet he still hear sound
  65. Of a tree fall easy as tee ball
  66. He see all
  67. When his niche call he treat all
  68. To a concrete street brawl
  69. These streets crawl with and feed off
  70. The talk which he coughed up
  71. Chalked up to too many liquor cup
  72.  
  73. His callous cadence like coitus
  74. He write it so righteous
  75. Touch riches excite us like Midas
  76. Bright as his golden iris
  77. The masses' bias hold him back
  78. He might as well be selling crack
  79. If you see the way they act
  80. Every day brain on same track
  81. Why oh why do they say that
  82. Now I feel like my face's slapped
  83. Now I steal what i gave back
  84. How's it feel to get payback

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