Tough Luck
I'm Sorry,
So... Guilty Sorry,
For Chasing That
Poor Hungry Rat Away.
I Don’t Think
That Makes
Me Gay...
Callous, Though
And Weak!
In A Vermin
Rat-Like Way.
***
Blah blah blah
Don't rhyme.
-Gray Squirrel
09-14-2025
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