I wasted my cheese on them.
Crowded mouse traps
arousing
bad breath.
Each corner laced with death.
A scurry,
then a smack.
Before traps, I stepped on one.
I thought of fat old-age as
my step was cushioned by disgust.
Its repulse stench slithered up
my slender frame offensively.
I jumped back.
Immediate.
Overflowing with resentment.
Till the traps came marching in.
One by one.
Setting themselves gracefully.
It was no peace offering. They got the cheese.
I got the wine.
Kicked back, relaxed,
waiting for the
scurry, scurry, snap!
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