Spyder
In time was a poET name.d.Izzyand her pen was red and fizzy
when she wrote in her cure.sive Ways.
Then aLong came a Spyder
who called himself Ninja and
sat in her carport all day.
He pretend to be dead one day.
Did the battery fade? aWay?
I'm kicking the tires again...
You're no friend.
Just a broken down car on the mend
How'd you get in my drive anyway?
~you turned your guns in to ;Play~
Oh look who's a Wake.Again.
Peace.
DEADSON
WEAPONS
MEADSON
NO WEAPS
ON SWEAP
BE.PEACE
;b EASE UP
BEAMS ON
~remember I'm writing a fiction that's fiction~
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