A Child's Night Terrors
A child's night terrors
Evil hides within the gloom
Filling the closet of your room.
In horrific dreams it comes alive,
A gorey mess that none survive.
Oozing thick slime that smells of rot,
Razor claws click your soul is sought.
Swift and silent jaws snap shut,
From your small life a piece is cut.
Sharp hatchets falling near your head,
Psychotic killers want you dead
Stiff jarring start
Dark dreams subside
Back to your closet
Evil hides.
FIN
Mark Priest
11-13-10
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my tube of toothpaste moans and foams.
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Cold cereal explodes my bowl,
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The jam attacks the jellyroll.
My coffee's dripping honey.
This cologne must really stink,
my milk has turned to curds.
The bathtub quarrels with the sink,
both using spiteful words.
The stove is burning up my clothes,
as the dryer eats the cat.
A fly shoots up into my nose,
the dog chews up my hat.
The refrigerator digests my meals,
the bathtub bitches louder.
My radio lets out a squeal,
as my mouthwash turns to powder.
My hair flies off like autumn leaves,
cold wind blowing cross my head.
Small red car gives a choking wheeze,
as the lifetime battery goes dead.
My pants are squeezing my rear end,
they swear I've put on weight.
My phone has called it's long lost friend,
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My slippers seem to have a grudge
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as I shamble off to work.. By Mark Priest
11-12-10
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