Way of the Rat

Like sunshine on a cold Spring morning deceiving our judgment and senses, the rat manoeuvres through honest lives, a Machiavellian villain before our eyes. Sharp pain in our back can not be felt, slowly we bleed unknowingly from malicious acts assumed as mistakes and poisonous words on metaphorical plates. The gullible gobbling every last morsel coaxed by the rodent kings charm, others now treat us with utter contempt. Realisation dawns slowly, this was all meant. A great planner and chess game player - a master manipulator, this rat's moves to the winning check mate eminate from the deepest bowels of dark hate. Rubbishing others to his own gain, convincing the blind he is the best, while deadly charisma gnaws his path, My fellow man I plead, watch out for this rats wrath.