Brownstone

The building is brick
The foundation is thick
No windows to see
From the basement for me
I've closed them off to keep the secrets alive
In the darkness is where they thrive
A new load of bricks arrive
A box of rats, packaged alive
I enter the space and start a new wall
A wide space is needed he is kind of fat not small
The rats will eat him from in the space where he sat
Drunk as a skunk he sweats where he's at
propped up On the stool he smells like shit
The solution is permanent as I pour in the rats
I finish the brick work to keep out the cats
He shouldn't have messed with my family again
Cuz now he will be eaten by rats alive
never be found Forever to rot without a sound
The basement is shrinking and the and the walls never speak
mess with me once you'll be gone in a week.

Going about life silently