Vermin Of Venice Poem by Dylan KD.

Vermin Of Venice



I see them in columns, the colors drove home
with cypress genial hooves.
Once you see them coming you got them riding in your grooves.
A young rat can't predict the numbers
sell him gold tools and erase him from his slumbers
in stormy caves he awaits a stadium of blunders
teething, with fangs of chrome.

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