My Poetry

Little Charlie

A mouse.

Yet in a way, he and Charlie were the same person.

Algernon was a lab rat, a ticket to a nobel prize, simply an experiment.

Delicate, un-human, and furry but he still had a heart.

Sadly, the doctors didn’t care…

The lab made him abnormal.

He knew incredible things no one else did.

Too bad he didn’t know the lab would end his life.

His precious life toyed around with by insensitive, selfish, doctors.

Innocent, loving little fellow murdered for the sake of a disastrous experiment.

Now he lies in his flower-covered grave, a victim of intelligence…

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