July 20th, 2017

Admiral Ackbar

I'm in a much better mood than this poem may suggest.

Pez Kill
by Christopher Walsh, 7/10/2017-7/20/2017

The Pez dispensers start to march.
They rock from side to side, to gain
Momentum, crossing counters (hup!)
Or leaning ’gainst each other, thanks
To strength in numbers: look out! Pez
Dispensers go to war, dispens-
-ing little bullets under their
High heads, their sweet-taste crunch replaced
With flying metal death. Don't eat
What shoots from them! And watch for them
To use their springs to add some bounce
To their attack. Momentum kills!
It can, at least, kill you, not them.
(They're plastic, stiff, you understand:
They never were alive.) You must
Prepare for molded Yodas who
Went dark and joined the Vaders, Smurfs,
And Marios, all underfoot
And sharp as Legos. They will cut
To cause you pain then shoot to kill,
While bouncing off the floor plus your
Ripped body (ripped with holes (from bul-
-lets, yo)) in eerie silence from
Your foes. But you can scream. Just take
Them down with knives that slice their springs
In two, and *SPROING*: they're gone. The war
Is done. Until you step onOUCH.

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