A rat gets spotted in the room,
And five of you virgins get a
Purpose for the evening.
You close doors, seal burrows,
Guard corners with sticks,
Brooms and shoes.
Then you chase it for hours.
Someone brings up a gunny bag,
To increase the surface area
Of the trap and you nab it down
And click a selfie with it.
The nerd among the lot couldn't
Shut the fuck up, says- what if in our
Next lives, rats surround us to
Hunt us down, like we did?
All of you sit in contemplation,
To find ways to shut the loop
That you'd just left open.
The same way-
The rats above you did, after
Enslaving you all in a lab for
Human trials.