Friday, January 27, 2017

That Little Life

Rumbling sound beside me,
Little teeth, tiny tongue,
Taking a break to drink before the wheel,
Calls to his fiery lungs,

He's drunk so much he must be twice the weight,
Fear pangs me that he's ill,
The body is such a delicate thing,
I wake up surprised that I'm alive, still.

But there will be long stretches that he'll rest,
That doesn't calm my mind,
He's just a hamster, yes, but oh my God,
His soul's as big as mine,
It has to be,
I must believe that or,
That cursed sound is so grating on my nerves,
I would throw the damn thing against the wall!

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