It Takes a Village - 2010/09/11

Wretched rats scurry back and forth
Unaware of the shadow ever looming
One cowers in the corner fearfully
The very image of saintly brooding
Two come together just for company
Even as affections spring from glee
Three form an alliance to survive
Threats from those they cannot see
Four begin to wonder of the future
As sure as they seek out some more
Five start to discuss and to direct
The growth of this cancerous spore
Six create standards one must meet
Excommunicating those of sad stock
Seven take up arms in self defense
Even as the clock echos tick tock
Eight wait silently on the horizon
Even as the dream that will not be
For they are but sad wretched rats
Weaving wickedness they do not see

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