A scavenger of food
I am trying to survive
In this world not fit for me
Your high society
All you think of me is disease
You show no love for me the rat
You scream and cry when you see my indecent feet
Crawling, strolling, running, across the floor
I guess you’ll never understand
And I won’t bother to explain
Just set your traps and let’s begin this fight
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