Loathsome

          Loathsome

    Clear the floor
    Hide the syringes
    Check the hinges
    On the door
    That old grumbler's rotten to the core.

    Run and hide
    Lie face down
    Just skip town
    Pretend you've died
    That old monster's coming for your hide.

    Kill the light
    Cut the power
    Jump the tower
    Damn the height
    That old devil executes on sight.

   Don't sing praise
   Do not flatter
   Simply scatter
   Savor your days
   That old ghoul destroys in many ways. 

   
    Just a poem today, no interesting commentary to follow. That makes it the same as any other day, except with less text.

   R (interpret that!) H