The Rat Breeder

scurry

scurry my friends

creep over the birdcage

as the candle flickers

i sense a faggot coming

down the corridor

i shall offer him some port

wave my top hat

and then out you shall pour

until his bones can be used

to stir my cauldron

scurry my rats

scurry until the feast is done

 

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