Skittering, Skittering, Skittering

Skittering, Skittering, Skittering,
As if my brain had turned to mice,
running madly,
turning the wheels of my mind.
Frantic little voices,
squeaking, squeaking, squeaking.
Madly spinning wheels,
squeaking, squeaking, squeaking.
They escape from their cages,
skittering out between the bent wire,
running about inside my skull,
peeking out of my eyes,
look, you can see them,
peering down like urchins
from the high windows
of an abandoned house.

Should I bring in the cats
or lay out more cheese?

Good read

I find peanut butter to be best if your not allergic of course. Love the movement you have going here, made me laugh. raskin

My brain

This poem pretty accurately describes how my head feels much of the time.
The dilemma I have is whether to call in the cats to clear out the problem or leave out the cheese to feed the little buggers so they don't starve.

good laugh

My experience has been that peanut butter slows them down, a little fat, a little protein and just the right tackiness. Perfect. raskin

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