I Shall Not Complain About The Rat's Poem by James McLain

I shall not complain about my rented room.
But about the rat's
that roam between the wall's
and the four
so far this week the trap has caught.

In the darkness all night long caught
in-between my sleep like death I come awake.
Before the trap's I bought on e bay came
I left cooked oat meal out for them to eat
so I could sleep and dream.


Between the window and the wall I can
see that they've been there I whimper not
I do not move and hear them speak.

The property manager knows but does not care
Each poor demand
I make could be the one that makes me leave
and go naught where
And she who wears the pants and collects my
rent has untreated bi polar moods that remind
me of my ex wife.

I'd have been better off sleeping in a room
without a door than by myself alone
And even if I gave them all a name and did no
harm it's just not the same so when
I hear the trap go off and their pitiful struggle
comes to naught it is then I know
when in the darkest of my night's they own the
house that I don't own.