Poetry: Light Bulb

Slightly sinister for a Saturday morning, but hey, at least it’s out of my system. Therapy!

-U.F.

 

 

Light Bulb

I’ve got to change this light bulb.
It’s dim and it swings
And all it’s illuminating,
Are broken, nasty things.

Yellowing experiments
With useless, lifeless limbs.
I need to change this light bulb
Before it changes him.

 

 

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