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Henry the Rat, Introduction
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Henry the Rat, Introduction |
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Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
A reincarnated lawyer, now lives in a drawer, Paper makes his resting bed Mathew, Mark, Luke, and John Carefully and meticulously shred For him to lazily lay the day upon. Halls of an abandoned home, are now his to roam, Shattered glass in the windows The steady drip from a cracked sink The remnants of human sorrows In their sadness he does slink He roams the park after the full of dark, From the sewers and drains To the swings where children play Down dirty alleys and lanes Through garbage where it lays. He rushes to pale cries where a child lies In fever, sweat, and vomit He sneaks into the room with care Then quietly feeds upon it As the needled mother just stares Inside the shallow walls he hears the helpless calls Of people that wallow so helpless Unwilling or perhaps unable to leave Stuck there pained in the darkness Unknowing joy they can just grieve. In his nest awaits the light to roam the next night To find more for him to eat In his rotting pestilence Now with paws not tired feet, No flowery words but silence. He dreams of his life before which is now no more, Still he feeds on the meek, The discarded of polite society, And if they are unwashed and reek They no longer bothers his sensitivity Gloom This is a work of fiction, and is about no particular person. I regret any negativity in the association of lawyers and rats, I’m sure the rats don’t deserve it. |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
LOL...well, how about the rats' assistants?  ...serve up the cheese, please... |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
smiling at Karilea's response...knowing~~ M |
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myheart Member
since 2004-11-05
Posts 160lost in your eyes |
He rushes to pale cries where a child lies In fever, sweat, and vomit He sneaks into the room with care Then quietly feeds upon it As the needled mother just stares Vivid imagery - excellent write. ~myheart~ Love is the poetry of the senses. ~Honoré de Balzac |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
I never met a rat I didn't like! ~ Mind you, I've never met a rat! Now lawyers, that's a whole other story! My boyfriend has three law degrees and he's a pussycat. Although rats are afraid of him ~ I'm not!  Enjoyed your story poem!  EA |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
lawyers and rats huh?  Yeah.... The greatest beauty on earth, is |
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Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
Thank you, all, As for cheese and assistants Nothing is ever constant And I’d not infer too much against A profession to cause angst As every rat in not incarnate Every lawyer suffers not that fate As with all things It’s the inner soul that brings Peace or not And if we suffer or rot. Gloom |
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