Clawed feet scratch the dirt

Left left right right left right

Through the maze

For a pointless prize

Even if I make it

I am right back where I began

A piece of cheese

A piece of bread

A gentle hand

I scurry and crawl

With everything I have

But to what end

There is no end

In the end

I bite the hand that feeds me

So that maybe it’ll let me starve

Then I can really end

The maze with no