"The latest firing behooves you and your
satanic hooves ablaze with hate.
Your definition of success is rat shit
crazy and not nearly as intelligent
as actual rats. Your carpetbag rat
will rat out every so-called friend
and you will do anything to rat-a-tat-tat
your evil self into more power, money,
fame. Gain the latest rat-o-sphere of fake
rat followers. Even though your system of poison
rat droppings is meant to infiltrate and destroy
everyone else's space, place, and freedom
as you spew rat diarrhea behind the back
then in everyone's faces."
in my poem "False God in a Festival of Destructive Rats", one of two poems newly appearing in POETRY FOR THE PEOPLE
read more here - https://poetry4thepeople.blogspot.com/2025/05/juliet-cook.html
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