a birth of pollution

by SAmson

Posted to Action Poetry on 2004-03-02 00:52:00

While reading my online driver improvement course I was intruded upon by a rat. I don’t like rats. I don’t mean the rat harm, but I know he won’t listen and simply walk out the door. I set a trap. I had to pour a drink to stay in the room with this rat. The sound of the ice broke. I imagined the snap of the spring to the neck of the rat. I turned on this fine invention of tv handed to me and made the volume loud so as not to hear the rats footprints. after the coke and beam I no longer shake in surprise of the new rooms liver. Anyway, back to the point. I heard the ice crackle as if it were markings of a rodent in peace ( I remind u I live in an ederly home ). I poured the house owners beam into his coke into his glass I thought I’d use a while. I stepped back into the musky basement room I dwell. I drank, I fucked a couch, I dribbled cheese cottages with my dirty beard. I painted the bed spread. I am disgusted with myself as I am. I will now sleep in sight of the rat trap with my pleasuring hand. I will sleep here tonight and awaken tommorow in view of the work of a rat killer. Tommororw I will add rat killer to my skills on my resume. I will brush my teeth, eat the fine gift of bread invented for me and live again as an alien in a state too cumbersome for my surroundings. I will live again more intruiged with fish then bearings. I will make respectable human beings disgusted with no hope for anything better. I am sorry that this story has not turned out so well. I think i must have a brain disease.