Rodent Mind

There is no solace here. Just rats.

My cerebellum gnaws at me.
Gnaw, gnaw, gnaw.
Any time I think I’m free, it’s
gnaw, gnaw, gnaw.

Play some music, pick a song.
Gnaw, gnaw, gnaw.
I’m busy if I sing along;
gnaw, gnaw, gnaw.

If I stop and take a breath then
gnaw, gnaw, gnaw.
Set to go ’til sudden death.
Gnaw. Gnaw. Gnaw.

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