Forgiveness be thy bane!

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10/05/2012 by Siddiqui Fayesal

The princely cat, from across the
Room, asked the filthy rat how
He felt.
The filthy rat gave a distressed
Sigh and squealed its reply
By glaring at the purring pest.

He looked her straight
In the eye. He looked straight
And hard.
The cat returned a lazy look
And continued licking her
Lard.

The rat, tired of its inactivity,
Shook the cage and squealed
Louder which irked the cat.
“Listen you tweep you knew
Greed was your bane, then why
This drama, you stinking rat?”

“Go lick some more and
Live in your bubble. Don’t
Bother with Bedouins like me.
Its best for you to keep ‘your’
Evil at bay. Go keep away and
Let me be.”

The cat, angry as it were, gnashed
Its teeth. The unflinching urchin
Had hurt its ego and would be set right!
“Its funny to see you fight for something
You can’t have”, danced and clapped
The rat with delight.

“I’m way better than you, a stealthy
Pincher though I am. At least
To my clan I’m more than a toy”,
Furthered the victim.
“Its my job to kill vermins like
You, you devilish deceiver, you
Prankster, you faithless phantom”.

“Ha! Spit all you can. My slimy tail
Is what you run behind.
You follow this stinking rat through
Shit holes, drains, vomit, piss or
Grime.

“Bah! Go home and speak to
Your princely shadow and see
How it mocks you too,
And then have a go at my tail
Once again going through all
The rotten goo”.

“I know what you’re doing you
Creepy, disgusting buck toothed
Fool. I’ve seen much like you. I’m the
Veteran who’s seen you stoop.
Now I’ll laugh with myself and bring
Mirth to my friends that another
High handed rat has met its
Doom!

“You’ll wish your doom were the same
Like your cousins who die under
The garbage van.
Guts squashed, skull broken and
Tongue pulled out. A smile stretched
Across the face where the tires
Ran.

“Ouch! That’d hurt I’m sure. But, tell me my
Feline princess, do you think that’d
Hurt more than being
Drowned in hot water to be
Skinned alive?
I really think my guts’ rape would be
Fun compared to your children’s
Final ride!”

The cat was stung. It looked down at
Its paw and walked towards the rat.
No gnashing, no spitting; just
The calmest cat.

“That hurt, Jerry!”, said the feline
Beauty.
“I know! I shouldn’t’ve said that.
I’m truly sorry!”

“Here. Just go away and never
Return”, said the cat as it lifted
The latch and walked away.
The rat ran and jumped out
The window and across the
Open Quay.

A loud crunch and the rat lay
Lifeless across the tarmac, a
Gross hue of red and white!
“I deserve this, I know”, he said
And died with a peaceful
Smile!

Siddiqui F.
(09.05.2012)

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