The child of sand, born from dry air,
He reminds one of a mythical hero
- with always insisting that all remain fair,
He's gotten from nothing to zero.
His youthful mind, still full of hope
Turned him into others' toy.
While that's a fact he'll never cope
With, hopefully, it won't take all his joy.
YOU ARE READING
A phone book
PoetryA loose continuation of A Few Hysterical Words, this time focused on character descriptions.
