Yah, I made this in communications class today...
You sit hunched over a bulging desk
Wearing a plain white shirt and jeans
Between your lips, a piece of pocky
In your right hand, a powdered doughnut
In your other, a bar of chocolate
You stare into a computer screen
Wide, pale black eyes staring at it
Thinking thoughts smothered in strawberry jam
The sweetness in your mouth becomes bitter
At the memory of the wretch who nearly beat you
You lick the power from your lips
Surpassed you
Stpped over you
Stepped on you
You rememer the victem, her corpse mangled and disraught
The murderer a genious, your copy
You lick away the chocolate burning your tongue
One human, one....Nearly your downfall
The bitter taste becomes worse
You almost lost this battle.
No...
This war
But...
Nobody...
NOBODY..
Nobody beats the century's greatest detective
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