I think I have a rat problem
They chew, they rob, they chew
Their droppings gather in piles and piles
Piles gathered in my gastric chamber floors
Withered away by bites and nibbles, my ears sag in defeat
Too many claws, too many gnaws;
scraping away at the walls of my lungs, tearing open the sacs of paper maché
Traps, poisons, and potions
Foolish they say, pathetic they scoff
These rats, these rats, they do not fear
For nothing can fool the rat from my tender human flesh
The succulent, addicting *taste
Of a decomposing being
My brain is left for droppings; stool, feces, and urine
The potent excreatment is paralyzing
So I sit– tingly and numb
With rats squeezing through my veins, feasting off of my organs, and sucking the last drops of blood from my aching toes
I sit–numb and tingly
I think I have a rat problem