Exclusive Ink, we’re talented and blessed.
Exclusive Ink, we’re prepared for any test from study in practice.
I wondered, “Are we prepared?” ’cause when we began mouths stopped and eyes stared.
I’m not being conceded, but I think we’re there.
I believe God prepared the stairs for us to climb to sucess.
So now we can take a deep breath.
Exclusive Ink, we got brains, style, the moves, and the smile.
We are the talk around town.
“EEEEEEEEEKKK!”
Mom shrieks.
She leaps through the air,
Ten feet back.
Heart attack.
“MOUSE! THERE’S A MOUSE IN MY HOUSE!”
Little feet skitter across the floor.
Beady eyes look,
Searching for something more.
Harmless, it looks.
Well, at least to me.
Little mouse,
Caged in the wall.
Why won’t you set yourself free?
The air in here is suffocating.
The people are lazy and boring.
Yet when you come out,
Your eyes always
Search, search, search
What are you looking for,
Little mouse?
Why search my humble home,
Where the air is dry as a bone,
Where my mom hides lurking in the shadows,
Where my siblings hide poison beneath the sink?
Are you lonely, little mouse?
Are you scouting for a humble house,
A place to call home,
Where you no longer feel alone?
Why not out in the world, little mouse?
I feel so trapped in this house.
Walls, walls
Closing in.
Sometimes I feel like giving in
To the madness of being caged.
Little mouse, between my mittens,
Escape!
Be fr–
Oh no,
You were just eaten by a kitten.