Sandman’s Dilemma

By: Nehemiah Avant

My wonderful seeds have spawned anew!

But why do I feel so blue?

My seed—Media!

My Media’s shine has drawn the masses close!

My sprinkle of memes and anecdotes have made them weak.

To even the strongest, the most bleak.

I’ve ensured many blows.

So when I strip them of their eyes,

Why is it that I find no pleasure…? In their demise?

Have I changed? It must be!

There…              There…              There must

Be something wrong with me! Have I made myself so?

That I now must now go with this flow?

That I no longer take them for my children’s feast,

But instead to water and feed my newly sprouted seed… A creation of something most wrong, and out of my hands!

My Media has become a beast!

Oh well, Oh well

I must go on

My children still are hungry, so I must be off!

But don’t worry I’ll always be close!

If ever you find yourself unable to tear your eyes from my precious Media in the dead of night

 My Monstrous creation. Then think of me till the count of three! There’ll I’ll be waiting for thee!

One…  Two…                  Thr…