Heather is tickling the baby’s little hope,
preventing him from growing up,
Unstoppable laughter is such a lite choke.
Its purplish tyranny yanks the main pleasure’s roots, defiles the purity of the Utopian trees, and
Hunts the maturity of dystopian folks.
Heather is too despicable to set this black-and-white belief free. It’s the new beginning of doubt’s sense of humor.