The Rat RaceA Poem by QuaddethThe Rat Race is about our conforming society and its inability to think for itself, repetition in ones schuedule and the like and the grotesqueness attached to those that 'blend in'
An empty residence, an empty home A cold draft around his anus Welcome to the cold, constricted Terradome He rose with his typical confidence An empty bowl, an empty cupboard A burning pain in his penis His zip he lowered and subsequently hired He walks out with a usual briskness An empty vehicle, an empty bus Unaccompanied newspaper, bonus! The usual journey travelled by many upon himself he thrusts Approaching conversation with a very real falseness An empty mind, an empty heart I prescribe a stay on Venus Carried away by society towing a cart
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