Food Poisening
By Woad
I know it shall work
This Time...
I've been here
Four years.
This cell is dark,
and freaky.
I have:
No knife,
No Gun,
No Sword,
Nor Staff.
It is down to me,
And my food.
Dark- yes
Freaky?- Oh yes.
I've let it
Rot, all week...
::Sniff::
Hmmmmmm...
Should be just right now.
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Copyright 2004 Woad
Published on Monday, March 15, 2004.
Filed under:
"Poetry"