Eat my children, wait....no
Eat, my children.

despite Davidson's decision,
Donald didn't dawdle during
daunting duties delightfully
dilapidated dwarfs don't do

crotchety, cramped children continuously cloud corners
containing combustible corn
                    consequently crouching consensual congressmen came

bosnian bumble bees bounce borrishly
'bout Bambi's barnacled buttocks.

apparently allegations amassed around
all alligators about acquiring amputated
arms, ascertaining algorithms and
abetting abhorred abolitionists.

im awful at writing poems
so why begin
is it to spin a web?
or is it quite simply to *****
who knows, what i know is simple
pimple dimple.....the ever changing world
****...
anyway im awful at writing poems

Sleep will come soon for you,                   my lovely.
But first,
    ... choke me until i pass out.

i will wash myself
and then i will put on some
standard human clothes

Although we are here together,
Eyes on our separate devices,
I still enjoy your company.