Crackmole
poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2009

 

Sleeping deep down
In the cold heartless ground
A mole wakes awake
A mole rolls around

It sniffs, up a spliff
It smells, deep in hell
It reeks, and it creeps
And yells, to itself

Takes cover, under cover
Runs out, of its cell
To a cage, in itself
And in rage, and it yells

And it rolls, rolls around
A mole wakes awake, deep down
In the cold heartless ground
It drowns in baked cake