Okay, this is for fanfiction.net, okay? I know it's crap but, hey, it's better than my last one.

Mewspaper and Bug's Comic (Inking by Me)

THE POEM OF DOOM

the black paper bag by aubrey arnold

he came back from the field one day
covered in grime, he staggered back
to the white city
where people walk with white wool over their
pale faces
past each other, the buildings, their brethren, and the man
(who was really only a boy)
they pause only
to change from Beethoven to Eminem
on their IPods
the wool grows thicker
as they see their parents die and children grow and Presidents change
they begin to sweat
as the wool grows thicker
and they begin to run, to get away from that man
with his dirty clothes
and his fervent searching eyes
and his twitching hands reaching for the trigger that isn’t there
and his ugly long scars
and his filthy boots
and his empty green backpack
and his empty scratched holster
and that black, torn paper bag with gaping
holes for eyes
that rests over his head
sagging slightly
with some old scraps
of wool
blowing away
in the winter wind



And yes, it is supposed to be uncapitalized.