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From the pages of Tim Burton's: The Melancholy Death of Oyster Boy.
Mummy Boy
He wasn't soft and pink
witha fat little tummy;
he was hard and hollow,
a little boy mummy.
"Tell us, please, Doctor,
the reason or cause,
why our gundle of joy
is just a bundle of gauze."
"My diagnosis," he said
"for better or worse,
is that your son is the result
of an old pharoah's curse."
That night they talked
of their son's odd condition-
they called him "a reject
from an archaeological expidition."
They thought of some complex
scientific explanation,
but assumed it was simple
supernatural reincarnation.
With the other young tots
he only played twice,
an ancient game of vergin sacrifice.
(But the kids ran away, saying, "You aren't very nice.")
alone and rejected, Mummy Boy wept,
then went to the cabinet
where the snack food was kept.
He wiped his wet slockets with his mummified sleeves,
and sat down to a bowl of sugar-frosted tanna leaves.
One dark, gloomy day,
from out of the fog,
appeared a little white mummy dog.
For his newfound wrapped pet,
he did many things,
like building a dog house
la Pryimid of kings.
It was late in day-
just before dark.
Mummy Boy took his dog
for a walk in the park.
The park was empty
except for a squirrel,
and a birthday party for a Mexican girl.
The boys and girls had all started to play,
but noticed that thing that looked like a paper mch.
"Look its a pinata,"
said one of the boys,
"Let's crack it wide open
and get the candy and toys."
They took a baseball bat
and whacked open his head.
Mummy Boy fell to the ground;
he finally was dead.
Inside of his head
were no candy or prizes,
jast a few stray bettles
of various sizes.
-Fin-
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My favorite book:
If... by Sarah Perry
My favorite Writings:
But why?
...turned as I spoke her name.
A very beautiful, petite, young female.
As she turned, so did I.
Then, meaningless conversation turned into interest words that generated smiles and starry-eyed glances that cracked wishbones equally...
But I dont know what's greater than or equal to that...
Her smile?
The way she moves?
Or was it...
The words we exchanged while sweat was shed as she held my five and eventually ten?
The way I felt in just that four, three, two and one was what I've been silently running for.
Forget the red, yellow, blue and green, I just want to place next to her 5 foot Ohh...
And did I mention before Z comes X and Y?
That's what sexy says, when you look into her E, Y and E apostrophe S .
This time, it wasn't a dream and even though it was fueled partly by poison , it still meant something.
Run through my veins, in exchange, for pain will stain, but what doesn't kill you shall remain and there you'll ascertain: The Poison _