Thunder growls make
It hard to contemplate.
Or is it Mr. Toad’s untimely jumping jacks?
Shhh…
Rats turn heads over cold shoulders.
They come through the roof
With heartless minds on Heroin,
Not knowing what they want.
But they take
And take until it rains.
Washed out vermin become them
And never truly live.
-by A.H. Abdullah
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