Ratman

Rats Rats Rats,
they sniff
eat
on the clock
patented
off the smoke
it sits.

Post shadowed and silhouetted
by a man in the sky
who pulls levers
and pushed my
intuition
leaves no secrets
Self perpetuated and served.

Take my soup
take my soup
fix my plane
because the hills grow
too quickly
the man
gets further away
but one day
I will meet him
and look and learn
about the rats
one day
any day
maybe tomorrow.

I look at my hands
claws
feet likewise
but I've know this all along
just forgotten
about consistency
self perpetuated and served
I remind myself
to forget
less.