Poems from Squillarpillar
Oh, computers, how I adore you
Your blocky, boxy body
And chaotic crossing keyboard
Are always there for me
Through thick and thin
I can...
Onions, so vile a food
Just the thought of onions ruins my mood
They should be outright banned
Instead of chopped, cooked and canned
Even...
Feed the monster of obsession
Feed our monster of addiction
Feed the monster of our creation
Measure the hour
Measure the minute
Measure...
Fingers twitching in agitation
Forced withdrawal in frustration
doomed to social isolation
And perpetual aggravation
Decimated, destroyed...
Black paints the walls in messy splats
Handprints splattered upon handprints
From the open door spills rodents and rats
Colorful flowers...