Pissing all
around.
Territorial.
The rats
wonts be around 'cause,
my piss said so.
I drink a beer,
line the yard,
as much as I can
and then sit down.
And drink again
and then get up
again and piss again.
All around the
goddamn yard.
i really line
the freaking yard
like a spray paint can,
cigarette
burning.
(flame reatardent suit)
Marking my spot.
Rat hunter,
strangling them
mother fuckers.
I use thier dead teeth
to pick my chompers.
If you really look at the rats
they flip like fish
and they could
land in yer beer
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