living off scrapings left behind
No improvement of any kind
a Hamster stuck on its wheel
round in circles 🥶 on a pleasure thrill
fragility in blindness forgone the kindness
take away the heat, eat seed not meat
three blind mice, there is one with a cane
Tick, Tock, Tick, up the clock again
dreadful goes the thought
when the creature comes
You are once again caught
all that saving for nought
See the pattern
begins the face with a Bart
looking for a start
you cannot see
for looking at
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