Where Gerbils Go To Die.

[Little-Kinky]

Got some silly inspiration, and decided to write.. A thing.
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Shit, am I in a box?
Ow! Think he just dropped us on rocks!

The scurry of footsteps
A screech of the tires..
I suppose it's true:
He found no buyers..

So here we, left in a field.
To the cold, or heat,
Most of us will yield

You left us some food..
What good will that do?
It'll be gone in a day, which will dampen our mood..

We're too much trouble!
You told yourself
while you kept us caged upon your shelf-

But worry not, dear owner!
We're out of your hair.
In a week our stomachs, like this field, will be bare.

And stress not, dear owner!
Out of sight is out of mind
So think not of the grind
that our bones will make
when we're eaten alive, baked into a cake-
by the countless animals that will probably kill us
or the poisonous food that might just fill us

Is this what our species have to look forward to?
Either die in your cage, trapped in a zoo
Or left to rot in a field,
Left here
By you?

[whiz85]

Good topic and execution! Although some of the lines feel a little contrived.

[ForceApplied]

I came here expecting something... a lot sillier. Now I'm sad. But, it was still enjoyable. Though, I do agree, a few lines felt a bit awkward or forced.

[Little-Kinky]

At 6/1/14 01:58 AM, ForceApplied wrote: I came here expecting something... a lot sillier. Now I'm sad. But, it was still enjoyable. Though, I do agree, a few lines felt a bit awkward or forced.

Ya, I got stuck a couple of times. I'm not too broken up about it~