Poem -
white mice
the thoughts like white mice
scramble up and down tunnels,
frantically searching out nuggets
of food,
the brain, quick as lightening,
grabs each by the tail, then finds
itself owner of each screaming
wail
M P 28/7/22
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The white mice in my mind gobble up all sorts of nuggets and leave a trail of shit for me to cope with x
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