Basement

This is where my vermin live.
This is where Life's scum
slithers down the walls.

Rats skitter on their corrupt soles.
Stare at me with your infinite black holes.
Is that your eye, that you so cautiously
spy me, with such unusual ease?
That infinitely black eye, with only a dim
Pinpoint of purity from the solitary
Light in my basement.

You are not pure.
I am not pure.

We are brothers at the bottom.
I'll walk further down these stairs...
I'll waft the pungency of your den...
I'll admire your quasi-innocence...
Will you let me join you
Oh fine brother, who is with me,
at the bottom of your pungent den.