The lone mouse skitted into the hall,
Sprayed his odors and veered to the right ,
Turned on his head and took a spin,
Into the little box he turned,
Glowing cheese beckoned , even when he couldn't ,
Not another morsel said his head,
But he spun to the cheese, greed knows no bounds,
Not that you see things while standing like a top,
Spinning to the cheese globe he went ,
His fat gut pressed against the walls,
Stuck in its imprisoned walls,
Trapped by greed , the lone mouse glares ,
His red eyes stare , hope into submission may be...
Yet the greed spills soon, green spewed on the marble floors...
Poem by Pc-3 (02/24/2025)
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