To what do you owe your success, wise rat? Speak of your prosperity! Oh, it's a rarity! You have yet to be picked from the claws of the cat. Will you be the Aristocrat? Your words hold no verity! Your stance shows no parity! And when you speak, your words are flat. "I owe it to myself, alone." But can you hear? The dishonesty prevalent in his tone? He claims the innocence of a deer But for his sins he won't atone And his success is owed to the people's fear.

There were a lot of things I longed for. A popsicle on a hot July day. The cool water on my skin as I stepped into the sea. The feeling of normalcy that I had grown accustomed to in the summers previous. My parents were getting a divorce. I knew even before they told me. I'd always been attuned to others and some things you just know. I still remember the music that would play on the stereo as my dad would spin my mom around the kitchen. Mostly, it was Connie Francis, but oc