*rare rat poem* a rat named bog by andrew mathwick

i am very well acquainted with a rat named bog.

bog is always so muddy and gross and satanic,
bog screams and shakes everyday when they wake up,
six six six six six six six six six six six six six six six six

I AM SO CRANKED UP!!!
bog is so sicko mode about waking up,
bog jerks around their tiny cute rat body,
bog cannot believe they are alive.

bog eats waffles and prays to the devil and watches
jeff gordon racing highlights 1998 on youtube.

bog looks in bogs rat sized mirror and says to bog,
TODAY I WILL FINALLY FINISH MY 100,000 WORD DISSERTATION ON
BLINK 182s ALL THE SMALL THINGS.

bog writes on bogs rat sized typewriter,
even while playing the song live in front of an audience exceeding 50,000 people,
the lead guitarist, tom delonge describes the song as,
‘so fucked up’ which can barely be heard through his microphone,
over the roaring crowd, as the chorus hits

bog rides bogs cute little rat bicycle around town.
all of the cute rat boys look at bog and say,
wow! that bog is so cute! i hope that bog thinks that i am cute,
man oh man, i hope that someone will think that i am cute.

Later that night while sitting on a curb, under a warm summer moon, drinking a slurpee,
bog whistles the chorus of all the small things,
A painstakingly carefully crafted uber melodic rendition of,
na na... na na...na...na...na...na na na.

halfway through the chorus,
bog remembers bog has a half eaten club sandwich,
covered with tinfoil,
sitting on their nightstand.