Today you shall have some poetry to show that I'm no one-trick unicorn. This is called The Jar of Squiggles and was inspired by drawing a box around a scribble one time. I also entered it for this competition called Poetry Rivals and we'll know if I get anywhere in it sometime in July, I think. Anyway enjoy or something.
Keep away from the jar,
that jar of squiggles
Never, ever open it,
not even for shits and giggles.
Beware, young boy
the things inside.
That stuff in there
you'll want to hide.
There's pain and death and black in there,
things to chew and burn your hair.
And soon this world will surely die
in the depths of Satan's eye.
You can hide and you can run,
you won't escape the squiggles, son.
Fly like a bird, run like a fox
you'll be seen inside a box.
For what it's worth
you should fight.
So punch and kick
into the night.
Through black and death
you won't be far.
So keep away boy,
from that jar.
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