Short Mousetrap Poems
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Is the world turning into a huge maximum insecurity prison or a global insane asylum. or perhaps a used mousetrap. Or maybe a used rat trap. snap!!!! there is a choice.
A better mousetrap he addresses
To the unbelieving masses.
Painless, bloodless, the creature won’t feel a thing!
They shake their empty heads at the impossible
For there is always hurt in Death’s Sting
I'm not all that handy,
nor so very bright too
I sometimes ask dumb questions
that's one thing I'm apt to do
One day I asked my father;
"Say, Dad, what's a ratchet?"
he fixed me with a wise look,
and said, "Son, it's just a
bit bigger than a mouse sh_t!
Scar my intention
Weaken my voice of doubt.
Like a lion caught
In a mousetrap -
Ducking and Diving
And finding
No end
To this dark tunnel
Of retribution.
And for a fleeting moment,
I accept.
I accept me.
Without modification
Or criticism.
I am me
For all
Eternity.
Form:
A tiny mouse tip-toed cross my path
Arose immediately my wrath
Set for him, a pungent mousetrap
Filled with muenster cheese
Tingling all over, anticipating a bloodbath
I cringed at myself, a bona fide psychopath
Gloating over the creature's perceived unease
How dare he forget to say "Please?"
In a confined space, you are dwelling in your mind
The memories that trap you as a wood mousetrap
Turning back as a ghost that haunts an empty house
Staring to the roof searching for the answers to the
Questions that sometimes do not have a right response
Prisoning yourself in a cell until the warder open the lock
2-25-2016
To build the perfect mousetrap
You must be smarter than the mouse
They're such clever little rodents
They could rule most any house
It may take a bit more effort
Than placing cheese atop a trap
With some imagination
You can do it in a snap
I wouldn't recommend a gun
Or even a baseball bat
But if everything else fails
You should get yourself a cat
I’d seen him lurking in the shadows
He’d been stalking me for hours
All alone in the house
I was at his mercy
Finally, he backed me into a corner
I let out a blood curdling scream
startled, he ran off in a blind panic
directly into the jaws of the mousetrap I’d set
It closed with a loud SNAP
Who needs a cat… adieu pesky mouse!
When he left her after so many years
People asked where he got the courage
When all he felt like was a rat who’d gnawed off his own leg
So he wouldn’t starve to death in the mousetrap
The cheese that’d smelled so good he couldn’t resist
Was poisoned and now, there he was with a crushed leg
Waiting to die and be thrown in the garbage. With the cheese
So, he began to chew……
Entrapping the magic,
philosophers moan
Theory after theory,
no meat on the bone
They label and mark,
their didactics retooled
Force feeding their ramble
to dilettante-fools
And when in the end
they are then proven wrong
They slink back to their hollows,
where the vanquished now throng
But a new tier of ‘masters’
has taken their place
To lecture and spiel
—and pontificate
(Baldwin School: March, 2021)