Rats by Eli Hermit

Armour is plastic sliders and a black cap
A saw blade from the basement
Chosen plan of attack
Baja hoodie chain mail never fails
Check vital stats
Size em up are these rodents or cats


They hit the street for feasting
He’s Weed pipes and bee stings
Don’t fear the fearsome not so timorous beastie 
They think chipped green toe nail varnish is weakness lingering
He makes a habit of retreating 


The thought is sinking in
They aren’t trapped in here with him
But he with them
Swear they’ve got scales for skin
Made from Radioactive material they’ve repurposed from the bins
Weapons grade Rodentonium 



Squared up and faced down the noble monster hunter
Who wished he had picked a fight against thumper
Tails like serpents
Teeth like winter
Furry fearless high jumpers
Slowly realising the dudes out numbered


The basement stairs are a death trap
To the bottom step to the head rat
Hermit found Beelzebub taking a cat nap

Fuck it I’m out next time I’m leaving poison traps


Round two
The flies are gathered in the landing
There are beasts that lie within
Imagination not withstanding
The idea of a taste for flesh is not a misunderstanding 
Yeah?
I can tell



The hounds of hell themselves 
Small enough to fit on shelves 
Spawn of cerberus as far as I can tell
As Far as possible from chill
Ferocious and built for the kill


Contained on end of leash
Until hades hits release
Battle charge baring teeth
Laddie dinnae fear the fearsome beasts
The vorpal blade becomes unsheathed 


Hermit goes Snick and snack
As the beasts begin attack
Are they screams of the damned or a defeated yap
This is where he closes the gap
Bones will break
Necks will snap


Going in for the kill
Before they hear the final bell

The landing hall is a death trap
The halls echoing of the dogs yap
Hermit won this time let’s just leave it at that

• Experimental
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• United Kingdom