Tedious Aroma II

The rats will have to scatter again,
just like after the old factory collapsed.

Or was the factory just fine before
a mysterious cracking screech filled the air?

Only the rats can tell you for sure,
and they’re long gone. Where?
Boca Raton, of course.

Those poor creatures deserve better
than having to scurry out of rubble
for the rest of their lives.

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Author: Aidan Badinger

Wharved.com I am a poet. I write poems. Titles and subjects and subsequent readership are all part of one fragmented figment of our universe, and it's nice that we take it so seriously. Hopefully the craft remains and grows stronger for our children.

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