I got scared by a sudden fright
'til I beat it back with both hands,
gasping,
"knock it off! knock it off!"
shook my head in all directions
away from it, eyes shut closed
then whatever was struggling
was gone
and in its place:
a book.
But I dared not open it
knowing full well what message I would find
blazoned in gold
upon the first white page:
"You're poems suck, dude."
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