Broom, Vroom!

Woe is a withered nerd-rebel
practicing the rain
of all the tears
of riddles and fears
waxing and waning
in pain

In shards of sunshine rays
in theories
drizzling floodlights
moving dreary..
spidey detective
profiles guise
call it both naive and wise

Angry dexter girl in vain
skipping down the hidden lane
to underestimate
is as bad as
to hate
just like fish bait
is the colour of fate

Toes do wade
and like a blade
so does the raid

Again they're meddling
they're avon peddling
but I'm allergic to their perfume
their sweet berries of doom
they grow around, they loom

So I grab a broom
up up away
and ...
Vroom!

- S. Rose Ashcraft 


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