I saw drop a mouse into a maze,
watch him claw his way out.
Begin beating it with a hose,
to find out how it really knows.
All they do is tie the mouse to a chair,
torture a confession out of it.
I want them to water ski,
across the surface of friendship,
waving at the mouse on the shore.
I ask them to take a mouse
hold it up to some cheese,
like a knife.
Or press an ear against his mind.
Or walk into the mouses room
and feel the walls of friendship.
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