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no more paper shredders in the office
by Morgan D Hafelehis tie was caught in the shredder...
down...
... down...
... ... down...
and he gargled out something like help
but it wasn't the scream he was hoping for...
that he needed...
down...
... down...
... ... down...
his face was all ready purple
and those pretty eye balls
teetering on the edge of exploding
out of his skull...
down...
... down...
... ... down...
she entered the room just in time
for the shredder to eat that
fancy knot he always used...
for the silk to split apart and open
red sea style...
to watch oxygen flow back
to his brain...
another survival story...
down...
... down...
... ... down...
-vegetable-
now, i don't know about you,
but me...
i'd rather be dead...
10/31/2006 Author's Note: this one just came out... i kind of like it and hate it... either way, it definitely needs work... ha... or maybe not, it leaves a few holes to chew on... i think...
Posted on 11/01/2006
Copyright © 2024 Morgan D Hafele
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Anita Mac on 11/01/06 at 02:48 AM I like it, a bit unusual for you, but it works. And I agree with it. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 11/05/06 at 12:29 PM Halloween horror story! I agree with Paul. The camera mostly on the man's face as he helplessly gets pull closer to the shredder! |
| Posted by Amy Wustrin on 08/03/08 at 04:44 AM The dark side of office appliances. This conjures up memories of the movie "Office Space." In fact, i kind of wish it was now. Awesome. |
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