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| Bread ( a prose poem) | David Copperfield | valeries calories | In my room... | My Brother's orange tongue | Boredom | I spied a spider | Well spoiled.. | Hmm.. | I enjoy puting a pencil into my head | |
I enjoy putting a pencil into my head Through those entrance which we humans call 'ears' To turn it clockwise Round and round As my mind goes around and around in circles Do I see Black inward spirals infront of me And to hear nothing but silence Of silence, by silence that is As the toxic of lead confuses my brain in illusions that appear infront of me Not of dancing elephants or Leprechauns But images of myself spinning round and around in circles Do I feel My head turning and turning Losing all senses of direction Disorientated. I truly fear; Until I withdraw the pencil out of my ear. |
| --comments-- it's funner when you have those little chewy erasers on 'em |