Ok U Can Stay

BIG OLD HOUSE AND ITS JUST ME AND THIS MOUSE
He's not even a friend, he's just using my house 
he doesn't help me clean up,in fact he just makes it all worse
I don't think he'll leave till he's dead,this mouse is my curse
 
He eats till he's full,to smart for that trap
He leaves his logs everywhere, so sick of his crap
I think he's looking at me right now, so hard to tell
But then again, if not for him,Id be lonely as Hell

                                              PALLANES
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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