ABC Poem

Anytime, Anywhere 

Baby’s have been created by nothing 

Cared for and nurtured 

Doomed until the end of time 

Every once in a while they win 

Failure is a part of life 

Good thing we die anyways 

Have your fun

I will be standing right here 

Just waiting for you to realize 

Know I am here 

Looking at your life 

Making my decision 

Not yet, I wait 

Older you grow 

Popping out babies of your own 

Quiet you become

Ready to face your fate 

Seven more years 

Tick Tick Tick 

Unique ways to pass the time 

Vague hints 

Wishing to waste away 

X-rays showing you your fate 

You are ready 

Zero

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