Escape to Hamsterdam

I’m a hamster 

Who’s apparently being trapped

in a annoying guy’s house. 

I mean, the dude’s like in his thirty’s

or forty’s, 

and he still enjoys yelling 

at my little cage. 

Don’t understand what 

he yelled though, but 

it’s always the same, 

something sounds like “ned” 

or “dad”, and “line”. 

What the heck is that? 

Anyways, 

every time he leaves home, 

or during night time, 

I’ve been biting the bars 

of the freaking cage.

Yep, that’s my great mission of escape.

Dunno what it’s made of

but it’s hella solid. 

I NEVER GIVE UP.

Ha, just wait for it, one day,

…….. I will be free.