A Rat

A rat, a rat.
Your teeth are blunt, little rat.
You can only draw a drop of blood.
Pinpricks from my fingertips.
Sliding down your throat.

Crazy Jane had seven cats,
and seven cats caught seven rats.
Each rat had seven fleas,
and all were swimming with disease.
The disease spread to Crazy Jane,
and drove her totally insane.
Is she alive, or is she dead?
Does she scream with the fleas in her head?

If you are diseased, little rat.
I'll rip your head off with my talons
and swallow it.
For the theft of that single drop,
I'll empty you.
Do not be diseased.

Crazy Jane lives.
There is still time.
May she protect you.

Your filthy double filled me up.