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Through statements as loaded as rat traps
I make my escape
Retreating into the narrow
hallways of my mind while you
scurry along in
ignorant darkness.
You'll eat your own young
carrying the plague as a designer handbag
And on delicate silk you've
pissed and gnawed
No more wanted by man
Than that which you have destroyed.
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WOW! Very visual. It's rare for me to love every line in a poem, but this poem accomplishes that!
the one that hit me the most was 'statements as loaded as rat traps' hit me in the head and the solar plexus.
