Atomic Superball the Chicken Edition

Keep on running, kid.

The look suits you,

and it is not as if

you have  a choice

with that atomic

superball twenty paces

behind you.

The bystanders

lose a limb

here and there,

but you just keep on


I don't blame you...

Some things you can face;

raise your fists to,

but with this.


I guess you either

keep on running

or turn around

and play


The End

1,110 comments about this poem Feed