Poisoned muffins grow mold in a corner
and sharpies in assorted colors lie unused;
a cup of guava juice has been spilled upon the floor,
and the girl in the red bikini
stupidly laughs:
"Hahahohohehe!" no more.
The creepy, drooling boy
stares hungrily
through the window of her cell-door
never again.
And nevermore
shall the cry of
"Hey, Amy!
It's Christmas!"
be heard.
And no more shall the crazed, daffy
"Want an Oreo?"