The mouse knocks loud with his paw
a four-fingered fist
as the echoes eerily persist
down a dark and dank dead hall
anxiously awaiting
a now vile familiar voice
“What is it?” spat in anger
discouraged from some
disgusting disturbing act

“It’s Mickey” a sharp reply
in that strained
but famous falsetto voice
“Let me in!”
the steady pounding in his head
his hairless body
pouring beads of sweat
as he continues beating this
defeating disparate door
behind it the key
if he can score

One more drag on his last joint
his heart now pounding to a point
hoping for relief from this hell
his body wreaking
with that sickening junkie's smell

“Mickey, my man, your timing is perfect
Geppetto proudly pointing
at powder-filled bags
on a conspicuously warm
and just-used bed

Geppetto spouting "did I ever connect?"
a site to behold
like pretty young maidens
all in a row
wrapped naked in bags
lying there
sinfully teasing

The rat’s glowing blood-shot eyes
strained in pain at the sight
completely gone Mickey's famous smiling guise
his addicted desire fueling a fire
as the woodcarver sensed
his mark trapped in the mire
consumed by that tell-tale
disembodied craving

"I can give you the good stuff
for the same price
or this Bangkok Brown,
that will quickly melt that ice
and that's no bluff
but it's not cheap at $300 a gram
but you gotta be careful
cause if shoot
as much as before
you'll be dead before
you hit the floor

Then without hesitation
the mouse whips out a fist-sized roll
flips him twelve new Franklins
in the knowing he's selling his soul
“I’ll take four grams of that smack
and I’ll return if it’s that good
or to take you and my money back"

In desperation the rat reacts
"let me get high here?”
his body begging to be scratched
"sure" the pusher surly cracks
"mi casa es tu casa"
though not hearing
casually counting his bounty
as though eating his last dessert
then stuffing bills in a wet and grimy shirt

Mickey quickly slides off his left white glove
veins on his paw looking like a flood
revealing time infested tracks
the needle slides and hits the mark
pulls back the plunger and sees the blood
then pushing slowly
his old reliable rig with a gentle shove

Disney's landmark castle behind him
wearing this cocked and curious grin
his head at a somewhat disturbing angle
Mickey’s body wistfully dangles
staring at strangely animated children
wearing redundant smiling faces
and he sees the world in colored traces
dutifully shaking hands with fingers all in tangles
using his right hand -of course

02/27/2007

Author's Note: I always wondered about that freaky little mouse wearing that silly little grin....

Posted on 02/27/2007
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