Poet Authority Poem Terminal

He forgot about this.

When they arrived he had to find somewhere to keep his goats.

He messaged some friends.

"Does anyone have anywhere to store these goats?"

Not a single reply.

He sent the message again with a few more question marks.

Bert considered the winter months.

This is why he acquired a scarf.

He laid it across the kitchen table.

Touched it.

Felt radiant in his preparedness.

She was attempting a combination of entering and recovering passwords.

He asked if they were aware of the state of the roads and that sort of thing.

Then he went ahead and added 'activist' to his social media biography.

It would turn his dog into the size of an elephant.

But it didn't work.

He was an android!

She hid his charging station and eventually he died.

Looked around a bit.

Concluded today wasn't for him.

Went back to sleep.

That was exercise off the yearly to-do list.

His arms ached,

But it was worth it.

Pavel double checked the fridge.

Vegetables still on display.

And a fruit bowl existed nearby.

He was ready for her arrival.

He felt ready for anything.

He ate it on the walk home and had to pretend it never existed.

Jeremy Buffet entered the bedroom.

"Thank Christ, she's gone!" he exclaimed.

Daisy Hopper popped out from under the covers.

The vibe was saturated in disappointment.

Chris Shovel became a lumberjack.

Chopping down trees made him sad.

He overcame this by attacking other lumberjacks with his chainsaw.

He believed people would hate shooting images of themselves.

Or they'd fear the bad luck.

Or they'd feel guilty when they saw themselves pointing the gun.

He felt indestructible.

She stacked it with the others.

Dropped a few more hints to her husband.

John had informed Irene his imagination was a disgrace.

She cleared the evening and looked forward to experiencing this.

Turns out what he meant was it barely existed.

Irene had to find different ways to fill the void.

Gerrard spent the day imagining he was in a movie.

He got muddled and stabbed himself.

He wasn't CGI!

What a nightmare.

He erased research done for cooling the house.

Began preparations for complaining about it all next year.

A pint of lager left Mabel's hand.

Found its way over to Bob.

Cupid was down on the floor.

Slurping the remnants.

He was very disappointing in bed.

June regretted what she'd done.

It wasn't worth it.

Not for Ian's moves, at least.

She couldn't even complain to her husband.