We come out at night, To feed on the scraps you leave behind, To sniff out the remains, Of what’s left from the remnants, Of your day. We feast, On dumpsters, Overspilling garbage onto Main street. We eat, From the trash and broken needles, You barely notice at your feet. We’re in that alley, Behind the rub and tug, The one where the whores and gangs, And junkies, Inject their drugs. Our beady red eyes, Torches in the gloom. Always watching, You. Because when you fall, And fall they always do. We’re the rats in the crack den, Coming to feed on you. We’re not pests, And can’t be controlled, We’re the true heirs to this kingdom, When you go to sleep, Or go home. We live in the walls, So hear all the bad things you say and do. Watch you toss, And turnin’ In your nightmares. Are you dreamin’ about us, And wake up drippin’ sweat, And scared. You might call us vermin, But you’re just vermin To us vermin, Too. Because when you fall, And fall they always do. We’re the rats in the crack den, Coming to feed on you.
