Thursday, February 07, 2013


Can someone halt this hamster wheel
I'm dying to get off
beneath a winter moon so crisp and new
my pangs refuse another meal
of pellets that I scoff
in search of more substantial fare to chew

I scurry through my plastic lair
to sniff for some egress
and wind up where I was when I began
my whiskers twitch, I blankly stare
undone by the duress
of wondering when I'll become a man.


richard said...

Why is it smiling? Just curious.

rch said...

I don't know, I thought it kinda had a look on it's face that says WTF =-O