The breakfast rat
sniffed Sanitarium crackers
and turned up his rat nose
at the milk-sodden tax haven -
glue-glugg-like-mud -
stick his rat-faced jaw together with
tarry-milk-wheat-mud like viscous sludge -
he knew better than this
They don't eat the bodies of the
rat babies like the three squeals
of an illustrious Shanghai banquet
but shake out flower water milk
like good children
soft and low
gentle and prudent
as puritans in the suburbs
tending babes and leather books
while the world outside burns
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