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Rat Parade

Fat rats scurry 
             rubbing their coarse 
fur on one another

Turning left and right...
The rats seize to 
see, they choose to be blind

Every pivot and turn
a gaining step 
               is never taken

Zero exits are 
applauded with *****eating smiles 
                    Distracted by the distant
rich cheese. 

No maze exists
only the smell of satisfaction.

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