the fat cats

When we have rats in the house

What do we expect in the running affairs?

When the fat cats sleep all the times?

We don't see the real catch up with it

We are told many times

Put up rat poison and rat traps

Let the smell make it there

The rats will run or fall

But we are laughed at

Letting the rats have the joy

Playing catch up and hide

While the fat cats sleep

Every hole can be sealed

Every weakness can be ironed out

There is no such thing as roads tarred

It can't be dug up and tarred again

As it is now

The rats run wild

The playground in their eyes

As the fat cats sleep away