Considering the controversy surrounding this particular poet and one of my beloved children, I will refrain from making any sort of derogatory comment about small overly opinionated dogs and their respective lack of restraint and respect when criticizing one of the best future politicians in this great country. Enjoy the poem!
Mr. Muggles
Marvelous Body
Radiant Personality
Milk Loving Fool
Ugly-Hating Being
Gorgeous Fur
Glamorous Lifestyle
Loves Mommy Alot
Elite Surrounding
Specialized in Breeding.
This particular poet is near and dear to my heart seeing as he is one of my two beloved children. He’s going through a dark time in his life. Apparently, he’s finally gotten that haircut that I’ve been asking him to get for months now and he’s a bit miffed at his loss of hair. It’s a wonderful piece of poetry that I feel everyone should vote for (along with his brother Nathan’s upcoming poetry and of course, my own, to seal the perfect Petrelli trifecta of winning literary works.) Indeed, it is one of the finest pieces of literature that I have come across in quite a long time. Therefore, it is a moral imperative that you vote for my son. Right now.
The Metaphorical Eclipse
by My Youngest Dearest Darling
Pedals of the pink pansy turn brown and die
It is with great anger that they return to the Earth
There is no relief, only more darkness
The sun is blocked out in the sky.
Rivers of blood flow through the streets
Vampires descend to the Earth, slaughtering sheep
Wolves rain from the sky, killing yaks
The ghosts of yaks rise to Heaven
Only to return as angry thunderbolts
A car explodes, a baby dies
The mother kills herself out of grief
Her cut wrists forming the blood river StyxSkyscrapers blacken and turn to dust
A halo can be seen forming around the head of the farmer
His pitchfork extends to infinity
As it rapes the virgin soil
The soil is the soul of the sorriest sunless sunflower
And the resting place of the pissed pansy who has passed on
There is no sun for either of them
Or the demanding dandelion
There is only pain, only suffering
From the vampires to the yaks to the pansies
All this because the sun is eclipsed by the moon
All this because a solitary lock of hair fell
Fell dead to the Earth
Rest in peace lock of hair