The Life Story of the WickyWoo Guy
Every morning, Wicky Woo gets out of bed, and goes to work. At work, mindless people torture him by forcing his body over spikes and other obstacles to reach higher floors and green spheres that he realy doesn't care about. This is his life.
I am the Wicky Woo Man
By life is very bland.
I get up in the morning, put on my suit.
It's yellow, just like my boot.
Mindless people manipulate me every day.
Sometimes I just want to stop hearing "Okay!"
I do not want to reach that glob
I do not need that blog.
Those spikes really hurt.
As this poem does your ears, I must blurt,