Its a Rat Race
Gotta go here. Gotta go there.
Do this. Do that.
I appear and disappear
Through our atmosphere.
Now at my habitat
Gotta go here. Gotta go there.
All for my career.
I don't have time to chit chat.
I appear and disappear
Oh. Dear
Time to scat.
Gotta go here. Gotta go there.
It's no wonder why at the end
Of the day I feel like a hellcat
With an ugly snear.
I appear and disappear.
At times it seems like I am insincere
As I run around and around like a rat.
Gotta go here. Gotta go there.
I appear and disappear.
Copyright © Bette Bavington | Year Posted 2019
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