Dejected; Poems

The Rat King

as the subway car screamed into the station, the doors chatter open, releasing the humans from inside

the station's noise level shoots up to the volume of a rock concert, and the humans and their massive feet narrowly miss me

they're too busy yelling into their boxes made of metal to notice me

at this point, the sparks from the rails, as bright as a firework leave the breathing station along with the screaming subway car, to the next station

the noise level now quiets down, so i can go back to the super shiny brand-new rails

there, in my massive domain, i collect food from my loyal subjects, as i am not any rat, i am the rat king.

but, as this is new fucking york, i've got to repeat the entire pattern all over again

So when I wrote this for school I did not include the profanities but it was the same vibe, and yes I wrote it about rats. Funny how now my sister calls her friends rats.