sort of a metaphor (Remove filter)
Dead Rat
Flies gathered around its tiny body,
Its feet turned toward the sky
As if preparing to continue the
Never-ending rat race among the clouds.
People walk past and turn up their noses.
The only good rat is a
Dead rat, but why?
They exist just like us, their little hearts
Pumping just as fast as ours.
They scurry from place to place, ducking between
Giant meta...
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