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In this deranged world
Which way is down or up?
Faceless humans taking every route…
Ceilings are sidewalls,
And what you think is a stair,
Is really a floor.
If you are going up in one direction,
You are upside down in another.
Don’t be surprised when you see the man.
Waking down the wall,
Not even spilling the contents of his satchel.
The man relaxing on the bench,
Is not tumbling down.
Nor will he ever.
For in this infernal world,
Nothing makes sense.
By Emily

I look up and see
The old bark peeling away
Like skin after you have
Scraped your knee.
It hurts when you
Peel it off me

FLEA: I try to get your attention.
I try to annoy you.
Why aren’t you replying?

CAT: I ignore you.
You sure as heck are annoying me,
But I ignore you.

FLEA: I bounce around
And scare the wits out of you!

CAT: I slink around,
And petrify you.

CAT: I pounce on anything small and
Helpless.

FLEA: I bite anything big and helpless.

CAT: I’ll invite my friends.
Maybe this flea will like them
More than me.

FLEA: I’ll invite my friends,
Have a party,
We can all share the cat!

CAT: What’s this?
More fleas? Oh boy…

FLEA: What’s this?
More cats? Oh boy!