There's a hole at the tip of my slipper
there's a rat in my slipper
i can see his black tail
sticking out
next to my bleached
nails uncut toes
there's a friend in my head
sitting with me in the bathroom
while i'm purging my bowels
and muse away
there's a rat in my head
he casts himself where i look
he gnawed the tip of my slipper
and crammed against my crooked foot
like a part of me
i'm peaceful
i've got a rat as a friend.

I always had a lot of theories,
people criticize it sometimes,
i realize now it's a good thing,
i have theories
because i always stayed faithful to myself,
my theories are my own reasoned perceptions,
that sometimes,
often,
all the time,
people don't get at all,
and i'm proud
i never bent.