The Test Subject(S)
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Now hear me human male:
a mouse am I in form;
though this is true, no right had you
to raid my rodent dorm,
Nor take me from that home--
where all my siblings slept.
Alas, my kin now weep within
and wonder why I left!
Such fear you've wrought in me;
my feet, no more at ease,
refuse to move and thus you prove
your theories as you please.
How helpless I must seem--
a puppet poised for stage.
I squirm and cringe to your syringe
within a silver cage.
You thrive much like a god--
whose reign is white, but cruel;
though, rest assured, I don't concur
at all with how you rule.
Where be my freedom now?
Perhaps within some vial--
to lightly churn and likely burn
away before your smile.
I loathe your lucid glare;
its luster pains my breast.
I cruelly hope, despite the scope,
that you are too a test!
'Tis quite a proper wish,
and one I won't regret.
Some day, you'll rue the things you do
and beg for mercy yet!
On this my soul is set.
Copyright © Michael Perriatt | Year Posted 2010
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