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
"Hahahohohehe!" no more.
The creepy, drooling boy
through the window of her cell-door
shall the cry of
And no more shall the crazed, daffy
"Want an Oreo?"