the movie was thrilling.

my mind was alive.
my popcorn was seasoned with grease (and some chive).
searched the gummi bear bag;
then i picked up a red one,
dropped it on the floor,
and soon it became a dead one.
I knew I must find it
so I bent to the ground and searched the whole couch.
i checked between the cushions
and my sweatshirt pouch.
I wasn’t satisfied,
and much to my horror,
I realized where the gummi bear was, and it was a goner.
the one single place that I never could go
the most terrible place that one ever could know.
under the couch, were the dust was like snow.
such a horrible land couldn’t bear my thoughts.
but I had to do it, whether I liked it or nots.
so I crouched to the floor, to my dog gave a whistle,
but one look at that couch, he ran away fur a-bristle.
twas then that I knew, I had to do it alone.
i couldn’t sacrifice others,
for the sake of my own.
i pulled out my hand, and reached in the hole.
it was dirty and filthy,
and smelled like a mole.
I felt something squishy,
something small, soft, and sticky;
when I pulled it out, twas heavy as a brick-y.
it was slow, awful work, it pains me to report,
but in the end, my mission had no need to abort.
I smiled while a stood there, pure thoughts in my head.
then I noticed something that filled me with dread.
a hair, a small hair, on the tip of the nose
of the red gummi bear I’d so thoughtfully chose.
I sat on the couch, vacant look in my eye,
and ever so noisily, I began to cry.