Slava Olchevski

Rookie (1964 / St.Petersburg, Russia)

Freedom Of Rodents - Poem by Slava Olchevski

I don’t want the fancy clothes
Fast cars or 3-storey house
What I really want is a freedom
That enjoys my friend – little mouse

Traps and poisons and sticky papers
Monstrous creatures that they call cats
So far, have been darn near useless
When it comes to the mice and rats

With a perfect political system
No banks, no jobs, no monies
The rodents are mostly concerned
On how to fill their tummies

We, the humans, in all our glory
Are the slaves of the worst drivers
Cannon fodder is our destiny
No witnesses, no survivors.


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, January 22, 2012

Poem Edited: Monday, January 23, 2012


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