Skelly-Dwight

I wait, alert, in this innocent slide, A slide that empties into the dread pool. And if, down this chute, you should choose to glide, Prepare to face me, the slide-dwelling ghoul! At first glance, this is no menacing tube, Only a structure of fun, you believe. But venture with care, you thundering rube, Lest ye join the others, young and naïve. Once you I encounter, the tomb is sealed Your fate's the same as your fallen brother. Your most frightful demons shall be revealed, For ev'ry trick you have, I have another. So do not forget, you naysaying fool: In truth, you're naught but a tool of the ghoul!!

She found herself at the IKEA store. Here was everything she was searching for: Solutions for a slatted bed-base. With your clothes sorted by psychosis, And your smallest items grouped together By obsessive-compulsiveness, It's a good thing to think about the basic functions Of a vestigial corduroy existence, Impeccably sorted by a disordered mind. She indulged in plastic dope, Binging on jazz and snorting blues. She stared out the chain link fence, Trapped in overflowing sleepless dreams, And thought about those on the outside With their parental instincts, Professional connections and profits That were supposed to benefit he