The red eye dependents lost mind
so they dined out inside by the pool.
If you dont have one this song lays
in waste for the other worm who does.
You carried one out, it hides in your
covers filling on pudding you bake.
The air hardens them, into little balls
of stealing from one rat to feed others.
Meanwhile city code informant drives
by as more rat poop falls from the sky.
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