she went placidly amid the noise and haste
of a roadside hotdog stand serving wieners on bun
the clueless vendor put the cooler holding frankfurters
on the floor for dessy to plunder on

she was lucky, really
to be well fed and well placed
the loud and aggressive little mice that act like massive rodents
telling her to get off her ***

but she lives life properly
as proper as she can go
luck shouldn't make ***** of people
(or rats, rather though)

it's still life, even the wheels of a mindless chevy
can ruin everything she's got
it may not be luck that gets her
away from being crushed by a truck

and it isn't luck
that drives her
she still runs around

it's still life, that gets you
even to mice
who try to make no sound

and dessy goes on
a child of the universe
rummaging through earned blessings
rhythm to the song

placidly amid the noise and haste
hoping to go on