Pat The Rat Poem by Kelvin Rush

Pat the Rat was a heartless brat
She would fight and spit bloody swear and attack
She had whopping great balls and the strength of an ox
She had charm and the brains of a cardboard box

She was crazy and mean she was cold and obscene
She would often dilate ooze sweat and turn green
She would string you along like a love sick boy
Then squeeze your arm until it broke like a toy

She was a bully at school she was heartless and cruel
She wore tight jeans and Dr. Martens boots
She was slim of mixed race with a worn pretty face
Short blonde hair going dark at the roots

She would drink and take drugs and behave like a thug
She would pass out and wake up in tears
She was lonely as hell though no one could tell
She could never escape from her fears

She had deep-seated pain that she couldn't explain
She would self-harm and never think twice
She was hard to protect an emotional wreck
She was stubborn and would never take advice

She was callous and violent she would render you silent
She would erupt at the blink of an eye
She was hard to predict full of guile and conflict
She was a menace and a thorn in your side

She was bitter and twisted she stole from her sisters
She was a loser with no purpose in life
She was adopted at five after her mother died
And was riddled with turmoil and strife

On the 15th of May after drinking all day
She was seen on the Rockingham bridge
She jumped to her death and cried out one last time
Pat the Rat who no one will miss