Hey, I'm back to writing! This'll be the first poem I've ever written just because I felt like it-if you could really call it a poem. I have a feeling there's some sort of format you're supposed to follow for odes, but oh well. I killed it, and threw its remains off a bridge.

This was inspired by the "Ode to" poems written by Velveteen. Go on, just look up the name and check them out. Ah, and it will be chock-full of spoilers. You have been warned!

Disclaimer: I own nothing but my ticket stubs.

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Ode to a Many-Armed Man

Oh restorer of balance!

Why dost thou like the pork so much?

Que lastima! The cook must be shot!

And the waitress

And Cheech

To return the order to Mexico.

The blood,

Though it drips of different lengths,

Lingers on your empty face.

Thou art higher than the great and glorious pocky,

Which I consume happily

As I think

And I wonder

And I sigh

At thy power over fake limbs

That dangle so perfectly from thy shoulder

As you vanquish thine enemies with ease.

Oh, where have all the cookies gone?

I have gathered them, in celebration

Of the mighty Sands

Maybe seeking medical attention

Someday.

Your greatness is not lessened by the bullet holes

Or the vast chasms

Of your eyes.

And I shall make a dinner for thee

But not a very good one

Lest you restore the balance,

Oh Keeper of Mexico.