Of mice and men
----
The old men, the weird men,
the unpleasant, the kind –
- there's the whole bunch of creatures
floating 'round my mind.
They're flirting, they're smiling,
they ask me for the fire,
they're winking, they're thinking
that I'm only the squire.
They're dancing, they're shouting,
they write me down their notes,
they seem to be drinking
my collection of faults.
They're calling me pretty –
- For sure they've drunk more beer
that should suit them. Truly,
they sneak on me and peer.
I think that I will rather
leave their world alone,
and move to some peaceful place,
where I can cry and moan.
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