I AM THAT MOUSE
I AM THAT MOUSE Poems
An Anthrax White Christmas
i sent you a christmas card with the anthrax you bought me for my birthday.
what doesn't kill you makes you stonger, right?
didn't you ask santa for a winter that's white?
now how much does my worth weigh?
i opened the card i sent you for christmas when i got home from work.
silly mouse, don't you know any better?
didn't you think i'd know what's in the letter?
i bet you feel like a jerk.
are you pleased to see the blood i'm bleeding
staining the page you'll eventually be reading
the red covers the lines
as my heart defines
the real thing that it's needing.
im welcoming your pity into this world im creating
but you're too caught up in the new girl you're dating
so i'll just cry here alone