I AM THAT MOUSE

Rookie (Detroit, MI)

Blunted Verses The Mouse - Poem by I AM THAT MOUSE

remembering your blunted verses
how you cried and cursed

the paper did read
your bible, your creed
and that white owl became my first

reciting your blunted verses
cause my throat to choke

i followed your lead
signed over the deed
and inhaled the white owls smoke

hearing your blunted verses
take me back to harder times
when you planted your seed

out of lust, out of greed
and the white owl aided your crimes

feeling your blunted verses
reminding me how i crept

the hand that did feed
i did cut, it did bleed
and all while the white owl slept

recalling your blunted verses
echoing in my head
now there's no need

there's no more weed
and the poor white owl is dead

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Poem Submitted: Monday, June 19, 2006

Poem Edited: Saturday, August 7, 2010


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