muckrackers

we are the shadows

the dregs of the earth

recording the world

through skewed souls

we write like rats

scratching all night

unceasingly clawing

within walls invisible

we vermin who analyze

burrow beneath the rabble

leaving shabby unkept trails

of upturned word tunnels

deep down dark damned

eyes blinded by the light

incessantly incising ideas

bloody nails on chalkboard