RAT RACE?
Sometimes i walk the streets and look up
to a window and see someone using a computer.
The screen is always perpendicular to the wall
in the boxes they live in,
personal, private cubicles.
They have blue faces and hunchbacks.
Devolution made them monsters,
monsters that exist only on a web,
a web that doesn't really exist.
Virtual silk
they spin endlessly.
Every morning when i have breakfast
my sister's rabbit gets exited
and chews at the bars of its cage
because i'm the first person
of the always and not forever renewed day it sees.
I told her a hundred times i would set it free
but she says she'd kill me.
These people don't chew at the bars.
I did.
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