Once upon a time
At an Ikea on a fateful day
A boy was spending dimes
On gifts for his friends and guy for christmas day.
His friend was easy,
The boy slipped through the Ikea
With ease, grabbing as many
Coffee supplies as the eye could see.
Exam season was coming up
Scout meticulously picked
Out everything from a cup,
To a frother, and even a bag towards the end.
But the guy.
The boy didn't have a clue.
He searched far and wide,
From practical to aesthetic,
Trying to decide
What kind of gift would not be pathetic?
A lamp? How drab.
A jar? How sad.
A plant? Hard to gift wrap.
But an idea sparked in the boy's mind,
Why don't I make something special for this guy?
Something that maybe be dumb in mind,
But because I added more, it would make it special to the guy.
Another idea
In this fateful ikea,
What if the boy bought
Him a clock?
A representative
Of the time they've
Had, and a fun
Reminder.
The boy bought two clocks,
One for me and for the the guy
He thought
So any mistakes don't result in another buy.
The boy brought both clocks home,
Excited to see what this mighty gift
Might become.
It surely will be the shit.
The boy thought,
At he began to sift
Through his thoughts.
He came up with an idea for one,
But the other had not yet begun
When christmas day came.
The boy, was not ashamed
"This will be for later",
he simply didn't have the time for the other.
But then time passed
And passed.
The boy could feel something was
Off with the guy, but the boy was
Thinking it was in his head.
So time passed
And passed.
The other clock had sat in the corner
Since forever.
Dust covered its face
suffocating the poor clock.
The guy had left.
The other clock stayed.
The boy doesn't know what
To do with the other clock.
Until then, the clock will
Sit
Sit
Sit
Sit
And sit,
Until the boy can find a use for it.
But the boy doesn't want to find a use for it,
So the clock will stay in eternal slumber,
Collecting dust until there's nothing to remember.
The end.
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Post Teen Poetica
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