Poetic Justice

“Human life doesn’t seem to have any meaning--
each of them just muddling through their existence!”
the rat expressed to his friend, who responded,
“No truer words have been spoken! Not to mention
how we are treated: killed in traps, poisoned, and hit
with blunt objects for no other reason than we don’t
look like them, smell like them, nor act like them.”

“Brilliant analysis!” the first rat responded.
“If only we could put rat poison in their drinking water
and alcoholic consumptions!”
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“That would be poetic justice!” the second rat replied,
“but unfortunately poetic justice is such a rarity
in a world like ours. . .”

Image by Simon from Pixabay

Jeffrey Zable is a teacher, conga drummer/percussionist who plays
for dance classes and rumbas around the San Francisco Bay Area,
and a writer of poetry, flash-fiction, and non-fiction. He's published
five chapbooks, and his writing has appeared in hundreds of literary
magazines and anthologies, more recently in Exquisite Death, Ranger,
New English Review, The Raven's Perch, Corvus, and many others. . .