rat-a-tat

knave, tattletale

snitch tried to make contact again

lot’s of commotion in font of the door

there will be more

of squealer, shyster

vinegar won’t work &

turpentine neither

the balls are placed

won’t shoo away odd old soul’s

return while i watch brucine

off-line moonshine woodbine, divine

some rats are bigger than others

well, wouldn’t you know it

they don’t read signs

taken unlawful & no flight

just insider trading amidst

fears & opposition

while Lego dropped

diversity terms

these souls have a good sense of smell

they love dorsal views of kettles, the grand arc

i ring the bells, air cell & tooth shell

hear my pounding by nature, form no

just landless part
struggling about determinative