Anodine Rat's Race Poem by Lex Taylor

Dead sings of prying complexity,
Kind of impossible to explain.
Vile greed for servilism profane;
It's inferiority's duty.
With hungry rushes to restrain,
Dead sings of prying complexity,
Kind of impossible to explain.
Repulsive consanguinity,

Which the envy intends to chain.
The interdictions always aim,
To inartistic mess corny.
Dead sings of prying complexity,
Kind of impossible to explain.