A Waste of a Demigod

by Pala-and-Papipa

in assistance with hachiko chan11

Mary Jane is so sweet

It's much tastier than meat

It makes you dizzy

And sort of frizzy

But that's what makes it neat.

Aaron put his notebook away after writing that poem. He was secretly addicted, but no one had to know that. Where he was, he had no idea. But it was sandy in places he did not need to speak about.

He walked around the Apollo cabin, his home for the summer. Gods, my dad must be mad. But that's not the first thing to worry about. A war is coming. He turned to the cabin leader Michael Yew. "May I tell you a poem?" he asked politely.

Michael smiled broadly; he loved poems. "Of course, shoot away." (Ironic, I point to his arrow.) Bowing, Aaron shoots away as told.

"Beautiful daisies in a field

Do not compare to my good fuel

A dear friend of smoky breaths

And the cause of people's deaths

I smile contentedly to myself

As they beg for help

This may seem evil but I must not dwell

On happy times."

Michael gave him a concerned look. "Ummm… are you OK?"

Aaron grinned, then collapsed.

A few hours later, he died.

Don't take drugs, children. Otherwise you will end up like Aaron.