(Huffs) I'm...back!
Where the hell have you been!?
That I don't know. I used to write like 3 of these per week. Now, it's gone from that to 1 per month!
Perhaps it's the gears in your mind thinking that since there are now 2 poems left that there is no point to rush.
Or maybe it's the fact that college is being a pain, and that I am working on updates on the other stories.
Again, readers, I am sorry for this late update, but here it is! Number 12!
Disclaimer: I. Own. Nothing. What else do you want?
Short Circuit
Written by: Reeve
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I stare outside the office window,
My eyes tracing over the abnormal gap.
I couldn't believe they would go so low
As to crush everyone just to trap
And subdue the enemy.
I knew at that moment I wanted out
Of this sinister business of brutality,
To throw everything away and shout
Out my resignation, but even if I leave
These monsters will still run rampant.
So I have devised a plan to help relieve
This world from their incompetence.
As I turn to stare into the eyes of my feline doll,
Knowing what I must do once and for all.
...That kind of blows.
Well, it IS Reeve.
But he is a man of business. Surely he would have a silver tongue of sorts.
Numbers are more in his forte. And don't call me Shirley.
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