A sight to behold.
Black and silver,
Interspersed with strands of yellow.
Veins of blue and green and red
Sparks that light the night's sky.
A jumble and crush of passion gone high.
Ah... my monitor screen--
Crushed to oblivion.

Take a bow and leave life.
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I've somehow catched an odd sort of bug. Cough my throat raw, temper flares and I hate the neighbours poodle with a passion.

I've never felt a stronger urge to salute a living being with the middle finger... but that poodle! That yapping piece of curly fluff! I feel the devil tempting me to honour it with the all known sign of 'fuck you'.

Everytime I pause. I somehow doubt my intense acknowledgement of that little mutt would be appreciated by any passers by. I sigh and walk on.

I do hope it gets its tail slammed on the door one day. I shall gladly pay money to hear its yapping then.

NOTE: I do not normally hate dogs. I just happen to hate that one dog.