I Shall Not Complain About The Rat's

I shall not complain about my rented room. But about the rat's that roam between the wall's and the four so far this week the trap has caught. In the darkness all night long caught in-between my sleep like death I come awake. Before the trap's I bought on e bay came I left cooked oat meal out for them to eat so I could sleep and dream. Between the window and the wall I can see that they've been there I whimper not I do not move and hear them speak. The property manager knows but does not care Each poor demand I make could be the one that makes me leave and go naught where And she who wears the pants and collects my rent has untreated bi polar moods that remind me of my ex wife. I'd have been better off sleeping in a room without a door than by myself alone And even if I gave them all a name and did no harm it's just not the same so when I hear the trap go off and their pitiful struggle comes to naught it is then I know when in the darkest of my night's they own the house that I don't own.