My Poetry

Red, Blink, Red, Blink, Red, Blink, Blink...... NO! My friend how can you betray me? You, who I once relied upon have fluctuated in your fluctuations! Alas, Now you are gone to me like a 3 week old burrito. Regret.

Atrophied you are, like tarnished gold. Unwanted save by the enlightened few. Fie! Over the counter citrus must be restocked. Hurry there is too much time to waste! The new generation is passed through The Machine, dissected to a more appealing form. Set out for all to see, only to be discarded come next sunday. Rinse and Repeat.