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Loony Bin
Fifty Seven
He’s red,
he’s so very red.
Red like the flowers
given on Valentine’s day.
He’s in a pool of petals
dripping from his insides.
Stench of rust is in the air
but there’s no reddening metal
anywhere.
Reddening
reddening
He’s reddening,
the red is growing and growing
consuming the kitchen floor.
The red comforts me
like cool watermelon
on a hot summer’s day.
It’s red
so very red.
It reminds me of the fires
I see on TV when kids go out camping
relaxing in Nature’s night.
He’s red,
so very very red.
Mother screamed when she saw it
I guess she hates the red.
She hates the roses
and the watermelon
and the campfire
but I find that I love the red.
he’s so very red.
Red like the flowers
given on Valentine’s day.
He’s in a pool of petals
dripping from his insides.
Stench of rust is in the air
but there’s no reddening metal
anywhere.
Reddening
reddening
He’s reddening,
the red is growing and growing
consuming the kitchen floor.
The red comforts me
like cool watermelon
on a hot summer’s day.
It’s red
so very red.
It reminds me of the fires
I see on TV when kids go out camping
relaxing in Nature’s night.
He’s red,
so very very red.
Mother screamed when she saw it
I guess she hates the red.
She hates the roses
and the watermelon
and the campfire
but I find that I love the red.