Oblivion, you inspire me to write.
How much I hate your amnesia,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the spinal anesthesia.
Let me compare you to a pretender?
You are more callous and more malicious.
Fierce frost nips the robins of December,
And wintertime is bloody red delicious.
How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate your Appetite and appetite.
Thinking of your dire vaccum fills my days.
My hate for you is the horrific height.
Now I must away with a grumpy heart,
Remember my mean words whilst we’re apart.