I Shrink Therefore I Am

A Poem about Nothing, Written in Two Minutes

I shudder,

sour sweat dripping

down my grimy

(and itchy) back. 

Back, back, back! I yell

to the demonic monstrosity sitting

outside my door.

I draw my sword, but I find

nothing in my hand.

But a black 

telephone.

It rings, I answer.

"Do I do," croons Mister Stevie.

And thus, I yell into the abyss,

"MAYBE!"

It gazes into me.

-Kwok