Disclaimer: I didn't spawn this fandom, I just type poems for it. There you go.

Author's Note: Thanks, PandaLove. ;) I kinda didn't expect any comments at all for my first poem here, so your feedback was a nice surprise. It's definitely keeping me going and typing away, at least.

Sometimes I wonder to myself if the fandom characters we write about reflects something about our personality or some hidden element of our psychology…for example…if I pick the Bad-for-a-Season-But-Not-Forever guy over one of the Bad-And-Proud-Of-It guys, what does that say about me? Am I out seeking my own vindication, looking for love, or a combination of the two? Am I turned on by this character's rosy future, or is it the fact that he's rocking that Spongebob Squarepants-esque grin and I just couldn't push the fellow out of my mind?

Anyways…and now, for my next trick…Like my first poem, 'Don't,' I jotted the beginning lines on a scrap of cardboard at work. After that, I listened to 'The Comedians' by Roy Orbison and cleaned it up some, and promptly came up with this as that first poem's sequel of sorts. Hope it's up to par with the rest.

Sweet Moloko

I know I should be resting, sort of
Spatting in 'til the next sunrise
Instead I find myself walking
Back to a place I shouldn't go,

I should be feeling bold; nasty
The fourth vecks inside the army
Watching long and full with pleasure
At those weak sods squirming below,

But I feel nothing but pain
I have a shive without healing
For that I must take my comfort
From the taste of that moloko.

I come out of the bright daylight
And back into silent darkness
No one sees my dook itty in
Or notices no feelings show;

I ignore all of the chumbles
The silly warbles around me
I don't pony why I come back
All alone into this mesto,

Alas, my only radosty
Is found over there with Lucy
My lovely still deliverer
Of that old knifey moloko.

Pouring out just like a fountain
Hot or cold thanks to the weather
Bliss and heaven round the corner
Where my radosty always grows,

It's once, twice, three times, my brothers
Over and over, my sisters
I peet until I feel heavy
And the darkness pulls me down low,

Then I'm off into the night sky
Off to viddy my dear, dead Pee
Off to dance upon that starlight
With help from my sweet moloko.