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it's kind of like poetry

Friday, July 10, 2009

ode to the maus

oh little mouse


how happy you would be


in my trash can


full of corn dog remnants


and soggy peanut butter crackers


but you, you see nothing


smell nothing


taste nothing


nothing but the crunching death of a mousetrap

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