J.J. Campbell

never a prize at the end

we’re mice 

hunting the 
cheese

but there never 
is a prize at the 
end

only death

i had a friend 
tell me that we’ll 
spend all our lives 
as men trying to 
get back in where 
we came out of

i chuckled and 
told him i was a
c-section baby

he offered his 
condolences

i wondered if that 
meant i would look 
for the ones that 
were into anal