Tuesday, July 06, 2010

Consumption

So it's stupidly hot here in Peterborough, 23 currently at 1 am. Although nothing like what Winnipeg is having thankfully
 
But since it's too hot to sleep I wrote a poem. It's called Consumption.

Consume.
Consume.
All you do is consume.
Full stop.
You ate everything in sight.
Tore the world apart 
looking for that sweet taste.
Destroyed everything you'll need
Need tomorrow when the sun rises.
Or did you think 
you could stop that too?