PRISONER OF TIME 2 © 2008

Gnawing in the rubbish bins,

There are those who fulfil this fate,

The rats, with cunning and flair,

Keep their ties and routine.

In their niche, well-hidden,

They conceal what suits them,

While others, without insults,

Wander in search of good.

The rats wear expensive suits,

But the rubbish is their feast,

In the shadows, they weave their supports,

While the world forgets them.

They live on the edge of sight,

But are part of the plot,

Rats in suits on a quest,

For power hidden in fear.

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