Simple at five, simple at ten,
To him, it doesn't seem to matter when
Something takes place - he's a constant,
The one who's never submitted to any want.
Simple at ten, simple at fifteen,
He's the most predictable soul ever seen,
Not a single thing's ever made him change his mind,
However, in this, he's hardly one of a kind.
YOU ARE READING
A phone book
PoetryA loose continuation of A Few Hysterical Words, this time focused on character descriptions.
