Rats stampede-- buffalo wild-- rampage
in pipes tar black and right-- angling as
venomous basilisks-- reverse spawn of Lucifer--
evening's child heralding the dark-- the
rats scurry in this night.
ooze, sludge, ooze down nowhere holes
fill the nooks put out the coals and
don't tell me that
I look sick cause you look
sicker, honey, and the kind of bees that
eat this muck are only queens, and the
ants are crushed by pools of
solid waste, is this place a hell under the earth, or is it an
Eden for Hell?
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I woke up wet-skinned.
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