Poetry/Prose

No Time for Tea Time, Mouse Man

tiny tea time

I’m not afraid of you, my Sally-friended member

So take apart that gaping, rusty sword

And join me for a cup of tea

Before the world explodes

From the furious wick

You lit on the night

Of the first temptation

Of true love

Nobody wanted you

That’s all you wanted

When someone actually did

So I’m not afraid of you, my sorry-faced man hater

Oh, and just kidding about the tea

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