Work, work, work
I work just like clock work
All the money I make
Is not for my sake
My family left a lot to be desired
I guess helping them backfired
One day when I woke from a holler
My room seem so much smaller
My legs moved awkwardly around
There were six all big and brown
I skittered along the floor
As I tried to get out the door
When I finally got out
I heard a shout
My family was petrified
You would think they died
They looked like an explorer
Looking at a bear in horror
I think we can agree
That my parents let me be
Even though she was scared
My sister still cared
She feed me garbage
But she soon departed
As time went on
I became a demon spawn
They through apples at me
I liked them better when they let me be
One of them got stuck in my back
Causing a large crack
I am slowly dying
From this apple rotting
As I sit and cry
I think of all the good that went by
As I lay down my head
I hear them say, "Hurrah, It's dead."
Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 2:59 PM UTC
Work, work, work
I work just like clock work
All the money I make
Is not for my sake
My family left a lot to be desired
I guess helping them backfired
One day when I woke from a holler
My room seem so much smaller
My legs moved awkwardly around
There were six all big and brown
I skittered along the floor
As I tried to get out the door
When I finally got out
I heard a shout
My family was petrified
You would think they died
They looked like an explorer
Looking at a bear in horror
I think we can agree
That my parents let me be
Even though she was scared
My sister still cared
She feed me garbage
But she soon departed
As time went on
I became a demon spawn
They through apples at me
I liked them better when they let me be
One of them got stuck in my back
Causing a large crack
I am slowly dying
From this apple rotting
As I sit and cry
I think of all the good that went by
As I lay down my head
I hear them say, "Hurrah, It's dead."
Summary of the story Metamorphosis.