Addiction has a yellow ball head with a black mouth, eyes and nostrils.
He wears all red and spends his time watching TV 24/7.
His house is as big as the living room and also covered in red.
You’ll never see him for no door is on the house, nor will he come out.
He never pays the bill for electricity, which sticks out through the roof.
He sits there ‘til the day he dies and his soul relives his life above.
Everything depends on…
Everything depends on the men.
The kids that come out of nowhere every time you look.
The man who looks at you when you’re not facing him.
The cap in the middle of nowhere that lurks day and night.
These people are always watching each others backs
Still you are one of them.
by Kid Who Loves Macs
Shyness never shows himself,
He lives by himself in a house with no windows.
He is invisible; no one can see him.
As soon as he walks by you, you immediately don’t want to talk.
Shyness doesn't stride over you, he merely walks by you
Because Shyness is never proud.
He never shows off, all he wears is a tee shirt and pants.
Shyness can come over you any time
Shyness is a strange thing.
He is not like happiness, who only comes over you sometimes.
No one understands him.
You could be walking down the street, as fearless as ever
When Shyness comes over you,
Making you wish you’d never come outside.
by Girl Who Has Created the Spooney and Forkey Craze
Complexity, fiddling with a Rubik’s Cube.
Complexity, constantly making things harder.
Complexity, always making impossible calculations.
Made his own clothes, house, everything.
Coming out of his carefully measured house, too perfect to believe.
Went in his house, all complex things.
Walked by him, and my mind blurred out with this plus that,
This divided by multiplied that,
All of these calculations too hard to even think about.
Never challenge Complexity, for he will beat you by a mile.
Complexity, top of his class.
In his perfect house, looking over everybody
by Kid Who Likes to Bring Munchkins to Parties
I hate everything
I hate everything except Obama.
I hate everything including Judge Judy.
I hate everything except beautiful clothes.
I hate everything including Hillary Clinton.
I hate everything except Time Warner Cable.
I hate everything including YOU!
A true account of me being me
Sorry I couldn’t be me yesterday, but . . . . . . . . . .
I wished on a shooting star that I would be Dean Martin
And before I knew it, I was Dean Martin (before he died of course)!
After a few hours it became torture.
It was like detention with cameras!
The press was so annoying.
At least I didn’t have to go to school.
by Girl Who Loves Sparkly Clothes but Hates Hillary Clinton
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