Will I kill the mouse in my house? I asked for a pet, quietly one day, anyway And Walt Disney, back when he was poor started drawing the mouse in his house Called him Mortimer, before changing it to Mickey Walt and Mortimer were quiet many winters together Before the they got rich and famous, aha! Im out on a date telling this story the way Bob Dylan at a county fair somewhere sings his 115-thousandth song sadistically mixing up delivery To un-bore his ear Having forgotten what was ever so catchy To begin with Rodent trilogies told to blondes in red booths holding green margaritas What do mice do in their free time that keeps them so quiet? Not this Hiding in Mexico I mean Mexican restaurant mens room Wondering what a fucking mouse is up to All sentimentally As if Im not gonna kill him And say afterwards how he was the only one I could ever really talk to _)_)_)_)_) _
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