I act fast
You wont last
Your ass belongs
So far in the past
You ancient
‘Tis blatant
Like you’re trying to
Fax me a statement

Every heavy step
That you take
Whilst your still wide awake
Brings you an inch closer
To the sharp, jagged edge
Of the ever-still lake

You better not snack
On that there cheese wedge
Or I’ll whip out the sledge
And smash in your kneecaps
Then make you run laps
And when you’re done finished
I’ll serve you happy slaps
No food, no wraps
Just slaps, and frappes
More caffeine to fuel
Your heart and it’s downfall

I’m that entity you cannot shake
Cannot wake
I’m suspended
Floating
Atop the still lake
Water walking
Forever stalking…

This is that demise of which you’ve Urn’d
Unable to turn a new leaf unburned
Your leaves are torn, wrinkled, and old
Covered in mould, left outside to the cold
A car speeds along and what’s left is flat-rolled