3525: 6
By Virgils Vigil
Alzheimer's disease for Grandpa and Grandma
Completely covered in
white mist
Nothing else exists anymore
Out in this world, somewhere
We'd all be brainless morons
That's the terminal core
The brain needs glucose
problems for everyone
You're
responsible
A fugitive and you're wanted
A little vacation
It's time to lay it on the line
They're in a good mood,
Are you asleep?
Where did you come from?
Just to
see you
you're a liar
A world outside,
nothing amazing
Dying slowly
10 more cm.
In the maintenance room
there's plenty for you to eat
Bad things are bound to happen, you
know?
This really tastes bad
Now a little payback,
for splashing me
Bleached hair...cars and bikes
Someone's going
to see
A pupil should not skip
Unlike the hamster;
enjoying his freedom
Don't be so cold
It's nothing
It's
huge
In a green skirt
A component
Sleepy time's all over
I told you not to trust her
Manipulate
Are you
out of your mind?
Lunch Time
All over the galaxy,
think smooth I guess
Only one of us can eat him
Take
her out
I think I can
I think I can
Forget it.
I don't know what happened to her after that...
Author's Note:
An experiment; part IIIComments on "3525: 6"
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A former member wrote:
Wow. I really enjoyed it. Kind of rinds me of those poems where people just right down words that they're thinking right there on the spot without thinking them through; whatever pops into your head... GO! Kinda thing. Keep writing!
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A former member wrote:
Excellent poem, Vigil..."a pupil should not skip"..."All over the galaxy, think smooth I guess/Only one of us can eat him"...such strange, original wording. There's plenty more to this write than I am conveying in this comment...let me just say...killer cut here..write on!