words that won't come trueonce i scrawled poetry on a small piece of paper in church.
i think it was about summer and tire swings and swimming pools and love
- things i wished for but never got
i hid the tiny paper inside the cover of my bible,
but it fell out and i think a few people read it.
they wouldn't remember now, but i remember
and i'm still in church, writing poetry that nobody will ever read.
Heavy Metal Poisoning"And to you, too, Jonathan." He rolled, swirling around the ruby red rocker of wine. "For all the accomplishments, all the advancements that you've provided for our fine city."
The lynx sitting across the table smiled heartily, those fat cheeks pulling high up into his double chin-pulled cheek. He then smoothly lifts his own flute into the air with two light fingers and nods his fat mug, nose turned down. Teeth glitter through his black lips as the sharp eyes of the predator meet with his flatterer. It is all he can do to keep himself from scowling.
"And you as well, my Master." The heavy lynx rumbles. "What Adonis Corporation has provided will be hailed as a blessing for generations to come. We can only hope that the . . . production isn't hindered."
Jonathan Voorhees lowers his glass as the white lion opposite him mirrors his motions. He turns his eyes to the expensive glass between his claws and licks his lips, a thin tongue taking one swift swipe over those lanky lips. He rolls the
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