Alone it sits
In your Petri Dish
Confined to this
It sits, it sits
Planned escape in bits
Swallowed into many pits
In two it splits
You think it fits
You batter many slits
Mind on the fritz
It can't take these hits
You test its wits
Shattered, it calls it quits
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