Perfectly Problematic Poem by I AM THAT MOUSE

perfection is a perception
of the expectations

we hold...
i don't fit the mold..

uncommonly inconspicuous
i randomly appeared

at your feet...
didn't have to re-meet...

an anti-social's suicide
when we died

and she was born
and i still mourn...

ungracious is your gratitude
for my solitude

in this matter...
no ruthless chatter...

i contemplate your concern
questioning your character

and your desire...
who will be your buyer, dear, when your supplier's no longer here...