My mouse

My mouse



My mouse is getting

On my nerves more

Then ever tonight



It likes it as formed

A mind of it’s own

Sometimes I think

My mouse has a ghost

Hidden inside it.



Moody some days

It wants to

Everywhere on my

Computer but the

Places I want it to

Go. I have to inch it

Up to where I want it

To go when it gets

Moody. And take the

Back off and blow down

Inside it to get all the dust

Particulars out. It’s so nerve

Racking aggravating

Like I don’t have been things

To do then play with my stupid

All night.

10/3rd/05

Author's Notes/Comments: 

this is about my computer mouse

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