The plastic tart

So vertical ,the mouse was a biped
A feat that engineering never bred
He looked into my eyes and then away
As if in wonder what words he might say.

But no, it is a plastic object made
To stop us getting hands that  wildly ache
The little wheel is not for mice’s fun
But with a little turn, the cursor runs

Touchscreens are another recent feat
But touching hearts is good and far more sweet
My heart is open to the sun and frost
What is this life and what might living cost?

No longer living mice and  feeling hearts
No,  sincerely  we must prostitute our art