Scurry scurry scurry little mouse,
One thing to the next to the next to the next.
No time for quiet,
No time for rest,
No time to stop and see that
This whole fat rat race you put yourself through;
Is nothing more than your own little wheel
in a cage.
Run run run your race little mouse,
Run yourself to death
Going nowhere at all.
About the Creator
M. A. Mehan
"It simply isn't an adventure worth telling if there aren't any dragons." ~ J. R. R. Tolkien
storyteller // vampire // arizona desert rat
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