(photo taken at the Berlin wall)
bred from young, we try our best
to be of service, to ace the tests
we were expected the perfect answer
but how can anybody be so sure
for you, for me, for all of us
commodify your fear, and disgust
you’re tired, boohoo, so sad
from high school, college to postgrad
in life, in death, in any of this
in purpose, in grief, in trying to exist
underneath, above, or in between,
has anyone tried to intervene?
if our species is homo sapiens
then why is the most salient
metaphor for us: norvegicus
Rattus, dear God forgive us
you’d be mad to run from the rat race
that controls your life, on the surface
and in the depths, you’ll still try
cos’ when a rat meets a cat, it just dies
you’d be mad to run from the rat race
that controls your life, on the surface
and in the depths, you’ll just cry
cos’ when we rats meet the trap, we die