Rat Race Poem by James Osizimetor Inobemhe

What a rat race
Get it high outa its place
For now its take and shake
Clear breaks and fate
Oh what an art ace

Pursue deceit and glory
All instructions given by the story
But men are one in hurry
Good for food like curry
All fight a course and place
All in a rat case

Don't think for vision
drops, hops has reason
Palace vengeance is not treason
Every wind has a mission
And shelter a roof
For the bullet has a proof
all words lead to love and hate
It is a rat state