My room will be so clean;
Ant free.
He'll love it.
He'll love every second of it.
He'll never know,
I was starving more,
Than the ants that'll march,
Through the rug and carpet;
Scouring for food.
Perhaps,
May they feast on me quickly.
I will not be that sweet of a meal,
But,
A meal nonetheless is a meal;
A snack is a snack;
A corpse is a corpse,
And the medical condition,
That was never mine to begin with,
Now torments my every meal.
-Rue
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OLIVER'S SMALL COLLECTION OF POEMS!
PoetryThere's no really way of me saying of what's going to be in here, because when I write; I'm very unpredictable. But I can ensure you that I'll write with deep concepts in mind. Rue can write in here if they like, this book ISN'T just for me. (I wan...
