Coughing
Dieing
Ling
Spying
Immediate Attention Please.
I'm bleeding from my knees.
My nose runs red
And I hope your dead
So I can eat your delicious soul.
Out of my shiny blue polka dotted bowl.
That rests on a candle sick
Smashed up with rotting red bricks.
Cough.
Sneeze.
More Food Please.
Crackle.
Snap.
I would say Pop.
Pulled over by an angry cop.
I'll eat his eyes.
