Sadness and Joy
        Just a Rat at Heart
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        The feeling child is running wild:
        He’s cut his leash and spread his wings.
        He flies in the air without a care,
        And just like a blackbird he sings.
        His song is fraught with sadness and joy:
        “My mum wanted a girl but gave birth to a boy,
        And so she left me by the orphans’ home,
        A poor little baby all alone.”
        The sadness rings out in his voice:
        “I tied myself up, I had no choice.”
        His life is filled with such regret,
        That a tear starts rolling down my face,
        And I feel myself so out of place.
        I stand tall within a crowd
        And shout aloud:
        “It’s all too much for me to take:
        All I asked for was a piece of cake,
        But someone kicked me in the jaw,
        And my teeth dropped out onto the floor.”
        The crowd, bemused, began to laugh,
        They really started to howl at me.
        In my confusion I spun around,
        And drilled myself into the ground.
        Into the sewers I tunnelled away,
        And like a rat I started to run:
        The smell was bad, but it was lots of fun,
        To flail around in a puddle of mud,
        To be eating dirt and drinking blood.
        ‘Twas a new life for me,
        Disgusting and bad,
        And all the people above
        Said that I had gone mad,
        And to them I have but one reply:
        I’m a rat at heart and that’s how I’ll die.
        I don’t wanna act clean any more:
        I’d rather swim in a pile of vomit on the floor.
        This is no punishment, nor is it my fate,
        And it’s better than never, just a little late.


        © 2000 Matt Everett



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