The rat trap,
just went off, only ten
minutes ago.
Ten minutes apart.
These trap's from
North Korea, have
strong jaw's with very sharp
small plastic teeth.
Exploding like a bomb,
the two ends met the middle and
came crashing down on their heads.
Unable to speak unable to squeak.
I heard the trap,
crashing against the kitchen
wall.
Leaving my bed,
I went to investigate and saw.
Their head's in the trap
throwing themselves against the wall.
It was a brutal death,
it wasn't quick and their kicking
went on for about two minutes.
Until they realized that they were
some place other than here.
How do you feel about this?
Do feel the need to talk about it.
Do you think that you need more information?
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