I had to crush and kill a mouse tonight. Afterwards, I wrote it a poem:
    Remember the time
    you spent the night on the street,
    in the cold,
    because you lost your way?
    And the time
    the cheese you thought was good
    was bad?
    was barely even cheese?
    The afternoons spent
    in Battery Park,
    watching people play with dogs?
    Dogs?! but not your kind?
    And how you found four girls
    with a nice apartment,
    who you thought were cute,
    who turned out to have glue traps?

    Look at it this way, mouse:
    You're done being a mouse.



Tom, August 2, 2005, 2:25 AM           (link here)