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rat race rap

rat race rap

As I walk through the alley by the back of the house,
taking rubbish to the bins, I see a mouse.
So I stop with the bag in my hand and stand still,
And this mouse watches me without moving until,
he told me a truth without saying a word,
I’m a rat in a race, locked in this heard,
like a bird in a cage, or a turd in box.
Going around being bound up by the hands of a clock,
with a notion that oceans and the lines in the sand
marking borders with the orders saying where I can stand.
It’s absurd that this mouse has more freedom than me,
so I drop out the rat race to try being free.