[ THE RAT RACE IS WON BY RATS ]
Walking’s not a race. I was walking home from the gym one morning before the sun had risen. I took a back alley to save time cause I had to get to work. I stopped in my tracks when beneath the sparse light I saw a twenty dollar American bill. As I reached down to pocket it, I realized it was about a millimeter away from a dead rat. It said it all without saying a word. Like a Banksy sculpture. I left it there to rot.
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Afterword: this is a dead mouse but you get the point