Friday, October 3, 2014

Craziest Day with a Mocking Jay





I smother my alarm while I lay,
This bed is softer than ten bales of hay.

Frigid and wet, I'm bathing in a intimidating spray.
My breakfast is blacker than this serving tray.

The fray on my face, I shave in disarray.
I scramble outside and in my utter dismay.
My keys are laying on that crispy breakfast tray.

A young man with blue eyes approaches me with a Mocking Jay.
He hands me a splintered box and states, " A word you must not say"
I wake up out of haze and say, "Damn, I was roused by Hunger Games Foreplay!"

-a.o.debarros

*Step back from your screen and see the form of a keyhole take shape ;-)

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