Che Hamstera

Blast you to hell
with your trained hamster show.
Standing center ring
you drive them against bars.
Whipped, frenzied howls,
from squeaky fur balls.

Theyre loose, theyre loose,
some hampster gangster.
Cover your ass,
run for your lives.
Fluff is tough, smokes fine cuban cigars,
spits deadly accurate pin darts
from army surplus stores.

Its so strange, often surreal
when something like this occurs.
Heck! wheres the Irrational Guard
when you really really need them.