The A$$hole Mousey Chronicles *Explicit Language Ahead*

Well, well, well... Here we go again

Caught with a mousey wheel that just won't spin

It's time to sit and write the next chapter

I turn on the light and mousey just chatters

He screams and curses and calls me bad names

"You want me to work?!? Pfft! You MUST be INSANE!!"

I offer a bribe of crackers and cheese

I'm always begging him pretty, pretty please

All he does is laugh and snort

And puts his hand down his shorts

He grabs his balls and says "Fuck Off!"

With an evil smile and a bit of a scoff

How can I whip my mousey into shape?

He's sarcastic and vulgar and so full of hate

I understand that my brain is cluttered

I told him to clean, he stood there and shuddered

My threats always fall on deaf mousey ears

He'll often respond, "Hey, Hand me a beer!"

I'd like to beat him with a baseball bat

Or maybe even hire an assassin cat

What's a girl to do with a wheel that won't spin?

Fuck it. Let's drink. The fucking mousey wins again.