Meek
©2000 bybymars
(Words by Carol, music by bybymars)

Meek was a mouse
Sitting in a chair
Upon a hill

Meek was just a mouse
And he didn't care

About
Polotics or
The internet or

Bombing

It's just his empty dignity
in the bottom of his cup

It's a damn comfy chair now go away!!

Where does the hair go
When it falls out
We're all so bald
You'd think we'd be coughing up balls by now

Who'll clean the corners
Scrub the grouting
Lick the crumbs off
It's the tiny things that pile up

Who worships insects
But kisses roaches
And laughs at daisies
Let the green bud reign supreme

Seek out a small thing
With big trusting eyes
And a soul

Peek in a big way
And stomp out the clouds

And let chocolate or
Snowflakes or
Smoking