at night the rats
are bigger than rats
they race back and forth
like typewriters
across the lath and plaster
like good little rats
they have taken their poison
and now grow large with thirst
where are their pretty girlfriends
or love, the magician?
cannot one of these
offer them solace or slake?
oh qwerty they clatter
oh qwerty qwerty
as the night grows hard round them
desperate in their
are bigger than rats
they race back and forth
like typewriters
across the lath and plaster
like good little rats
they have taken their poison
and now grow large with thirst
where are their pretty girlfriends
or love, the magician?
cannot one of these
offer them solace or slake?
oh qwerty they clatter
oh qwerty qwerty
as the night grows hard round them
desperate in their
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