Wasserratten

I cry for the screech
of the keys,
for the darkness of the vice
for the emperors’ lies.

Rats rapt by black
of the eyes
they are wide open mouths
cum dirty lips
of rouge.

Hush.

Dw-arf d-arf
arf is the noise
and the size
of whom has lost
the shame,
the grace of the
rotten worms
infecting the rooms
of the law.

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