this is the explanation I got from Camaron when I asked him how he came to write poetry. Camaron is Northern-Irish and the event told took place in his childhood.


The rat


I found the rat
on tha way home from mass

just by the shed
where tha blind lass was raped

The rat only sat there
didnt even twitch
fixin her stare at meh

but rats do sometimes
when startled I know
they put their eyes upon you
before movin soundlessly away
This rat didn't

Then she started talkn
I swear and hail Mary the rat started talkn

at first I thought it only be the sound of her chewin
but there was no mistaken the words

she had no pause
still I spoke back

Looking back I only remember pieces of our conversation
The words no longer move in meh
laik they used to

Its laik the rest
it no longer fits
and short of a happy explanation
I can only tell you

It was an ode for them that could spare time to listen

Somehow the ode had lost itself in the rat I guess

I think thats when I started writin poetry
yeah , must have been about noine
when it happend

no

I never saw her again




Words by Lourdes
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Written on 2006-07-11 at 14:52

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Lourdes
nah, well, isnt 'e always doin it.
Says hello to ya by the way.
2006-07-14


English War Veteran aged 98
Has Cameron been smokin' that weed stuff again?!
2006-07-14



Fantastic!
2006-07-11


Teala
Wow! Very unique and witty--love it!
2006-07-11