keep the toys coming for children who will never arrive
leave life behind because your wife died
addle the town with a faded existence
under the tree are presents, but through the chimney
slides down a man whose morals are very, very slippery
part of the plan, boss, you're supposed to hate this place
obviously no one survives with blades and knives in their face
see everyone intermingle violently, interact unkemptly
to change the course of action, you must simply
make a difference, just send one letter, and construct it
all day and all night until the words are just right
never again shall we work when we can see the full light
YOU ARE READING
this fantastical world is too surreal (poetry #5)
Poetry"a rustle crackles underneath jackboots crossbow tight in hand she breathes one final breath before he pulls the trigger" you know the drill
