Vlad Posted March 3, 2003 Report Posted March 3, 2003 Going through this half-assed life, Like a gerbil through new socks, Things whiz by just over my head. I don't care to know what's happening. Running by in circles to nowhere, Spinning and tumbling around- This universe that seems so small, Miles are mere minutes to my mind. With a glass ceiling blocking me in; Closing my eyes to the outside. The wheels of evolution can turn- In more than one direction, I've seen. Don't make a poor creature suffer, Inside of a cage with this wheel, A water bottle and one dish- That's the life I'm born to die through.
Tasslehoff Posted March 3, 2003 Report Posted March 3, 2003 *blinks* Ha Ha Ha. I find this poem so funny.. lol.. I so felt like a little rat as I read it.. Ha Ha. I must be in Shades cage.. ;P *blinks*
Quincunx Posted March 3, 2003 Report Posted March 3, 2003 *gasp*gasp*pant* Wait a minute, Brain! I think I'm finally getting somewhere! *lopes blissfully along in the exercise wheel as Brain glowers* Leave it to Animaniacs to tint a splendid poem of loss of control with a groaner of a joke.
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