Whitney Jones Olson
Terror In Technicolor - Poem by Whitney Jones Olson
say you'll stay,
for my Christmas holiday? Wanna plant simplistic rhymes,
commit some subversive interior decorating? All this,
while the alert is ELEVATED? Today only,
Preview sale since September eleventh -
yes, oh yes,
Terror comes in Technicolor,
buy it now,
and pay in fear,
its cheap and easy... What, my dear?
Your job is lost, to much dismay?
Don't pay us now - this holiday...
bet on your future, buy it quick...
Your Technicolor terror fix!
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