A Creeper Poem

December 1, 2016

Eyes dark.

The Joker’s grin,

bares yellow teeth.

Hair,

Looks as if rubbed chicken skin was rubbed upon it

Hunk?

Not in the least.

Beef cake, yeah, thats it.

Nose,

Takes up the entirety of the mess that is your face...

But it works man,

Somehow.

I watch you

head held high.

too high

what you have

not confidence

but arrogance

arrogance:

the colossal plant stemming from the puny seed of insecurity

But why?

Perhaps your mom abandoned the family for a drug,

meth?

Maybe you are looking after your younger siblings,

the job your parents could not complete.

Or perchance, simply a falling out with the girl of your dreams

Whatever the root,

I see it.

The unrelenting demon that is pain,

it courses through your blood and bones

haunting your every thought.

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