Sleeping among the best of fun, <br />Far beyond city or day, <br />he lay diminished, <br />Unmoved. <br /> <br />Spirit of life, <br />Spirit of death, <br />The chosen one, <br />When the rat came for fun. <br /> <br />Over the knee, <br />Jumping jubilee, <br />Behind the head, <br />The rat knew his dread. <br /> <br />Spoiled rotten, <br />gone and forgotten, <br />the discourse began. <br /> <br />Entered the rat, <br />keeping record and track, <br />on the trails of his mind. <br /> <br />Awakened by the accountant; <br />notice us now? <br />Peering through the darkness, <br />'I can see you, oh noble one; <br />who won the respect of human kind? ' <br />I am nothing.'<br /><br />Joseph Walden<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/glory-of-the-rat/
