Would if the river was made of plastic?
Wouldn't that be just fantastic?
Go for a swim, get pulled right in.
It would hug you close and not let go.
Even when you told it 'no.'
The animals would watch in silence.
Only to avoid inflicted violence.
Your lungs would fill as you would scream.
They'd all say they 'didn't hear a thing.'
When will they realize what they've done.
'I just wanted a little fun.'
YOU ARE READING
you are my psychotic meltdown
HorrorI've started venting into this. Some of these are just really funny poems I made to crack others up (or make 'me feel funky) but now I need somewhere to put that build up. Unclog the dam and it all flows out.
