Tuesday at Cheongster Cafe: The Rat Race

by Felix Cheong

HAVE you seen rats in logs, rats in lots,

Rats smart enough to plot?

Watch rats haunt Bukit Batok

Despite all your traps and shots.

 

Smell rats faint, rats that chalk

Recipes in your leftover pots.

Up the street, down the block,

Like politicians out among the hordes.

 

Rats in socks, draped in frocks,

Rats dressed up in polka dots.

No point locking or tying knots,

Rats set you beeping like alarm clocks.

 

Rats that sought, rats are fraught

In ways that cannot yet be caught;

Rats that wrought, rats that fought

For their right to be free as thought.

 

Hear rats squeak, mouths talk cock

Like the by-election sorting out snot.

Rats that troll, rats that mock,

Rats will hide their names in blogs.

 

Have you lived like rats, like cogs

Working till your mind’s all bogged?

Leave the race, slow as trot,

Find a hole that can be bought.

 

Smell the roses, what they’ve taught,

Let your heart slowly unclog,

Till one day you find it’s brought

Rats about to rat on your rot.

 

Featured Image by Guet Ghee Pang.

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- Felix Cheong