Little Grey Mice

There's a breed of people: dogs, scum, and bitches,
They live their lives well, sleep in the sun, and are vipers!
They poison their neighbors' lives, revel in their own meanness,
They walk, see, and eat, and soon they'll burst with pride.

 They've taken advantage of the weakest, struck out for fun,
You're trembling with joy, ready to commit a short-lived betrayal.
Do you know that everything has consequences? Where the boomerang is also heard
And watch you nearby, small gray mice...


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