Dead fucking rat
under the hood
stuck between the axle and the wheel,

Wonder why he crawled up there, what for, did he die?
wouldn’t be much there to steal;

Dead fucking rat
under the hood
his rotting little corpse hung,

I tugged on his tail and half of him fell
the rest of him, lazily swung;

Half a dead rat now
under the hood
and the stench of decaying flesh,

Part of him gone and a part yet to go
of this dead fucking maggot creche.

By: Viraj Belgaonkar