“The Mouse of Zoo York”

Scurrying along the line
Two paws left,
Two paws right,
His deft snout leading
Here he is, he’s alright
Worrying if he’ll arrive where the end meets
Worrying if the cheese will be divvied up
Fearing Zoo York denied the dividend
Scurrying along the line
Two paws left,
Two paws right
Run that line, mighty mouse
Here he is, he’s alright
Try not to cry

Run, run, run, run, RUN

“There’s a fucking mouse in the wall behind the radiator. This is war. Fucking mouse. He’s just staring at me, chewing on a potato chip. Fuckin’ BASTARD. He has everything I want. Not a care in the world. He doesn’t have the real prize, though. I have all the money. And he doesn’t even know he’s in a rat race. Fucking mouse doesn’t even realize.”

Run, run, run, run, RUN
Run, run, run, run, scurry
Across the killzone
Bite their flesh
Dodge the fangs
Scratch and claw
Duel your soul
Raise your paw
Share your heart
Face the greed
Rip and tear
Scurry along
Across the killzone
Flesh and bone
Rendered gossamer
Scattered across the killzone
Die for another chance

“This is Zoo York. We only talk about the rats. The cats. Mycelium. Hell, we talk about the fuckin’ gators and the swamp creatures hangin’ out in the sewers. All these fellow critters. All this life. Yet, the fuckin’ Mouse of Zoo York has it all figured out. Not a care in the world. Fat and full of potato chips. He has no money and fights the hardest. Doesn’t make any fuckin’ sense. He’s a mouse.”

He’s the Mouse of Zoo York
He tends to his flower
Creeping through concrete
Bloodied by power
He’s the tender, loving, mighty mouse
Bloodied by power
Studied by power
Exploited by power
But never broken, never stricken
He doesn’t fear what Zoo York does to him
What it can do to him
What it will do to him
Zoo York does as it pleases
And this mouse runs as fast as city breezes

“I’ll never catch the Mouse of Zoo York. Stick a fork in it. I’m done.”