Happy Holes Poem by I AM THAT MOUSE

Happy Holes



i dug a hole and i like it there
unconcerned with what to wear or how i smell
no heaven, no hell, inside this hole i dug.

i hate there's no one to hug
and no one to love, loving no one to hate.
this world i create, is deep inside this hole.

i and me have all the control
we own this soul and this body of dirt
this tattered shirt is a shell of what was.

reminding me of why's & because
all that does is make me love this spot
in this dirt i'll rot, happy and finally free.

my arms are sore, my back agrees
with swollen knees from shoveling home
yes this soul we own, me and i, loves this hole.

perfect for this mouse turned mole (tx todd)
these weeds i'll roll and smoke out smiling
and the dirt is piling on my new welcome mat

free of thatcat, happy and free

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