Mickey's Car..

Experimental piece of poetry...

Mickey Mouse had a car

With an engine very loud

Tearing up the narrow roads

At a speed out of control

Passengers are hanging on

Mickeys behaviour's unheard of

Clever people try avoid him

With the gossip burning brightly

Mickey's noose begging to tighten

They keep searching land and sky

To find a hidden spot

From all the hate propaganda

Disputes that are a common find

Dreams are beginning to fade

They loose their sparkle

Turning into stones of darkness

Into the jungle they venture

Trying to escape from the narrow minds

Who's thoughts are dark and dire

They lay down by the river

With the water so tranquil

Sleep at last creeps along

Eventually more light is being shed

On deeds devoid of honesty

Mickeys reputation gaining weight

People see him in new light

Gossip car drives on and on

with an engine very small

Yet with newfound modesty

Mickeys friends are gaining hold..