How does it feel ?

How does it feel,
to be a mole in the hole,
with a hole in the soul,
with the soul full of coal,
with the coal that you stole,
when you stole it from a troll,
when the troll was on patrol,
on the patrol that adds to its payroll,
with the payroll the only goal,
the goal that puts him control,
to control even a mongol,
a mongol who looked through the keyhole,
a keyhole he came across when he was on a stroll,
the stroll on his foal,
the foal with an iron sole,
and the sole that has taken its toll,
a toll added by the pothole,
in the pothole where lives a tadpole,
the tadpole sadly stuck in a loophole,
but the loophole playing a much bigger role,
the role of a man on parole,
the parole because of his pistol,
the pistol that he won in a poll,
the poll that gave him console,
console from the hellhole,
in the hellhole as big as a fishbowl
the fishbowl with an eyehole,
the eyehole as big as a pinhole,
the pinhole which you unroll,
when you unroll becomes a flagpole,
the flagpole hoisting a scroll,
the scroll with a name called cole,
cole was the name of the mole ..
So how does it feel ?