Poems from Literally Satan
Death is a great unwanted hug
Who rises from an empty mug
Invites herself into your home
On and on and on she’ll drone
Until you ask her...
Goodnight, muffin.
My muffin.
My muffin, how I love you so.
Sleep tight, darling muffin.
Sweet muffin,
I hope you always know,
I love you...
In the bottom of my cup of tea
I see the secret to world peace.
I see some sticky residue
To hold it all in place like glue.
If our hands...
As you try in vain to paint a poem,
And on you go, all grumble and groan,
Searching for colors but none are quite right
So you sit up and...
My town is most memorable in the rain.
I think of home in greys and washed out clouds.
I think of wet pavement and dingy windows,
Quiet...