riverdance
Irish
Two little mice, fell into a bucket of cream, The first mouse quickly gave up and drowned. But the seccond kicked so hard and so fast that he turned that cream into butter and climbed out. The kitchen maid came in to find the first mouse dead inside the butter, she screamed and threw him outside where the cat gobbled him up. the second mouse returned home and set about making a grave for his friend. the next day he went back to find that the first mouse had gone. deep in despair he climbed onto the counter and killed himself with the kitchen knife................ So how foolish was the second mouse to escape death one day and take his life the next.
who am I?
it is a question i ask in vain
amidst all the terror my life has brought
i find time to inquire.
who am I?
the answer never comes
through all the screams
i look up at the sky and askk.
who am I?
my name never mattered
instead i was given a number
tatooed on my arm in burning ink.
who am I?
in order to stay sane i speak
to myself or others
and together we try to remember.
who am I?
i do not think i will ever know
and i stare at the black doorway in front of me
with the smokestack up above.
Aug 2, 2012
Aug 2, 2012 at 10:40 AM UTC