... the old black rum
Kit, don't you believe it this place is a trap. There's no exit sign, I've look. They force you to read all this poetry. Now, who reads poetry in this day and age, I mean gawd! Its all dizzying, and brainwashing stuff..... first you laugh then you cry, and you cry some more, a cheer here and a cheer there. I know its an experiment, i'm changing.... to I don't know what, aaaa poet. Their trying to make me a poet. Now I check my spelling... except here, and I'm always looking for meter. Then theres the iambic stuff, yeah right, like thats a real term! duh who are they kidding. All these strange people sending nice replies, and I reply back.... its only a computer game, I know i'm talking to a frigging computer.
Now theres you, all nice and sweet like, thanking us, being so nice. I want to say your so sweet and welcome you but you can't fool me, its a test. Real people arn't this nice to each other, nobody at my work writes me poetry. So ok I'll play, your a nice computer, and your not going to make me do anything weird u know. No little huggies, no winkies, no smiles.... but if you are real, run because I may just be one of those poem programes, just sent to confuse you. I just want to welcome you to our humble family, but don't go in the alley.... mama lives in the alley, mama I won't let her go there.
Would you like to take a shower now, Oh don't worry about me I'll be in the kitchen knife... I mean in the kitchen tonight for a snack. So if you have me, want me, I mean need me........... just SCREAM.