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  Aug 2014 Zak Krug
Curtis
The ease
Of untouchable flow
Where every input
Equates to an equal output
A mans love
For technology
Pure logic
Fits like a glove
To hide
Fingerprints
  Aug 2014 Zak Krug
WILLIAM WORTHLESS
there was a little mouse he just loved to spray
with his little spray cans he would spray all day
doing his graffiti colorful and bright
bringing joy to people bringing such delight.

spraying in the park and the bulidings too
little works of art for everyone to view
full of lots of colors cheerful and bright
spraying through the day till very late at night.

people came from miles travelled from afar
to see his works of art  mouse he was a star.
he still carries on to this very day
with his little cans he sprays the day away
Zak Krug Aug 2014
The door won't open.
Wood that has chipped and
screams secrets.
It used to be white.
A shadow of its former self.
The **** has a tarnished reputation.
It holds a small face,
saddened by years of abuse.
The skeleton key remains in the closet.
Please,
kick the door in.
The room is less interesting.
Patterns that fade,
colors dull,
love fails.
This door is cracking,
breaking,
hiding,
all the world's secrets.
The hinges hold tight.
Swinging open,
engulfing the world in light.
All will be okay.
Zak Krug Aug 2014
Watch your back.
If you need evidence,
look in a mirror.
Spinning and spinning.
Until the clock drowns in
battery acid.
It will laugh no more.
Zak Krug Aug 2014
Tick Tock Little Mouse.
Have you already left?
This house is vacant.
Who is that knocking at the door?
It is the rent man.
Let's steal from Peter to pay Paul.
Little Mouse,
what have you gotten us into?

If lightning strikes the roof,
it will run down the gutters.
Shocking the grass into attention.
I feel the morning light begin to warm
the soul of dead ancestors.

The darkness is alone.
Staring through open windows
at former feelings.
What happens when your greatest wish comes true?
That is when we fall.

Let's face the truth.
Wishes are made up by the weak.
This house was built on a poor foundation.
Shake the walls until it crumbles.
One last time.
Watch this house become a home
and burn.
Zak Krug Jul 2014
Hell hath no fury like
a stapler jammed.
  Jul 2014 Zak Krug
Jack
If I were a dollar,
I'd be easier to change
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