Rats have such a bad name
They are conjured from filth and darkness
They derived from the mouse, which is not as dreadful,
But can easily become disliked
With rats, it's immediate.
Their eyes and pointy nose is high on alert,
Ready to intimidate you.
Their claws and their tail
Are raised high, determined to capture the next victim.
We can't help but scream.
What good are rats for?
They thrive in the blackness
The ugly blackness of heart
Squirms in our unconscious mind
Triggers some type of reminder
That we may feel like WE ARE RATS
Holding dark secrets,
Scrabbling across life with slippery tails,
Munching our thick teeth into helpless flesh
So we scream.
Rats are not heroes in our stories
Like mice are
I wonder if rats will ever have a chance
To clear their bad name.