"Urban Legends"

Blood stained corner of the walls
The jackpot rabbit verily falls
Urban legends fail to amuse
This addict of carrots dies well
Now he knows the difference
Between the fields of hell
My jazz listening pet rats
Know what the beat is about
They click their fingers
Tap to the music
Unable to protest or shout
They eat their fill
Not willing to risk
Their guts being blown
Against the wall
Like the martyred hare
Sweet jazz rolls from the radio
Into their ears and out to the street
Where innocent souls meet
As they bear witness
To the fallen hero of urban legends

~Moses~
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