The cupboard full, I went to bed.

Morning's bright glow, I returned,

Assured of enough for me and them.

Behold! The cupboard held only hope for survival.

The mice had taken from Man's generosity.

My fingers wrapped around the steel key.

What's left I must dole out carefully.

Wants disguise themselves so well as needs.

And sad craving-eyed mice return for more.

"There isn't enough, so don't get sore."

But the mice swept in for a brand new score;

To chew me up and spit me out.