I’m sitting in some shit-hole rat’s nest and I’m a little angry.
I wanted to be a talk show host - not a rat.
And everyone
Wants to kill me,
Feed me drugs and poison,
Put electrodes in my head and make me run on treadmills;
Dissect, bisect, and defect me.
Bind, blind, maim and tame me.
Are you folks crazy?!?
You never invite me to your parties as if I would really wanna go anyhow.
Have you ever asked me to go to a movie?
How ‘bout bowling?
You ever seen a rat cry?
I got tears.
And I have a heart-and I got brains.
If you could just see past the fur,
I think that you would see
That I’m a lot like you.
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