It's the same old betrayal I've been expecting,
with hair like fire she graced you, two
hawks circling high above your prey,
my mousey whiskers trembling in anticipation
to be snapped up by bony yellow beaks
and see my friends stand with the same old pathos
saying it's not my fault and never was.
I wonder why I ever came out from under my rock
and why I stepped long legged into the path
of predators. Why did I expect different
when experiments have provided me with quite
conclusive data. Why would I,
seeing no merit in faith, be as blind as this?
Air headed blonde ***** with a high IQ and no smarts?