Charles Bukowski - The Mice lyrics

My father caught the baby mice
They were still alive and he
Flung them into the flaming incinerator
One by one the flames leaped out and I
Wanted to throw my father in there
But my being 10 years old made that
Impossible "ok, they're dead" he told me
"I killed the bastards!"

"you didn't have to do that" i said

"do you want them running
All over the house?
They leave droppings, they bring disease!
What would you do with them?"

"I'd make pets out of them"

"pets! What the hell's wrong with
You anyhow?"

The flame in the incinerator was dying down
It was all too late it was over

My father had won again