Categories: Painting
OUCH
My nose itches,
Not my toes again,
I’ve hit them before,
Now I’ve hit them again,
Big, red and sore,
As sore as it can be,
The same place every time,
It always happens to me.
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SMELL
My feet is here,
Hold your nose,
The wind is blowing your way,
Along with the stink it goes.
Socks got too many holes,
Leaking out dangerous gas,
Prepare to be tortured,
It kills people by the mass.
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TRIPOD
Next to the next,
Order of the few,
In line like Robots,
As a part of a crew.
Making squeaking noises,
Marching here and there,
Flattening everything in it’s sight,
Just like they don’t care.
Shining shapes of fear
Coming by the minute,
Making towns and cities collapse,
As they destroy what’s in it,
Leaving nothing left standing,
No tree or wall to survive,
Humans forced to live underground,
Just to stay alive.
They smell the blood in the air,
Catching victims in its claws,
Torturing them one by one,
In large rooms with sealed doors.
A siren sounds a victory,
More shinning creatures march away,
If any humans are still alive,
They hide to fight another day.
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