Mirror, mirror on the wall
who will be my next victim after all.
That stupid choo-choo train that chugs along
Or the clang, clang, crash of mom’s dishes
“Buttons” knocked on the floor.
Oh no, John, not again!
Stupid cat.
Or the swish, swish of people’s feet outside my house.
Wobble, wobble, swish, swish, clang, clang, chug a lug, choo-choo, ooh, ooh, la la, dada, nana. Noisy sounds that plague my mind.
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
I am my next victim after all.
Friday, December 26, 2008
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