I am a mouse tempted by scent of cheese,
I am a little lever,
by wightish weight released.
I am the
Tip me over and off I go,
just as mapped,
I am the ball bearing on its
awaiting that last flat
Startling astart at starting gun,
Gravity-well-willing I wobbly-spin-roll-run,
Back and forth I wander like a top,
Dizzily confused when off the end I
It's alright, everyone, I'm okay,
This cup was here to catch me... luckily.
Ah, I'm the cup too, of course,
Rattling 'round rampant without remorse.
It's not a problem, I've already served my purpose,
Ball-bearing-brained, I was useful for impetus.
Downward-driven delivering incidental dues,
I am now the toy robot set off on a cruise,
Wheels turning, less one brain (lest I hurt myself)
Wound-up tight only to travel the length of a shelf.
Gears ground, I spark-stumble-halt,
I've kicked the bucket, but it's nobodies fault:
I'm also the water cascading through air,
to be fair.
Sloppily graceful I stick the landing,
Releasing the cage, design-demanding.
I might even be the little mouses tiny outrage.
It seems I was all the pieces of the trap I set,
Honestly, everything fits just fine, except:
We seem to be missing one of the architects.
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