PMM

The tale of a lonely Psychic Mature Man (PMM), answering all your question lives at Tea Tree Plaza…
He sat alone in his dark room stroking his pet, and with a murmur,
"Won’t be long now boy."
suddenly his pet, who we shall name Precilla
began to vomit a white paste.

Its color so pure and innocent
not mirroring the destruction of his touch.
suddenly a sharp pain appeared in his eye
and the demons ate his teeth.

The evil came from nowhere,
the spoon pierced his face
and he lay on the ground
bleeding.

He lay there in agony screaming
"SALVATION! SALVATION!"
as his last breath escaped his lips
the vision of the witches took him down.

By Marge Unjing
Published: 1/1/2007		 Your Contributions: Tell us a Poem! You don't have to be a Buzzle.com author to contribute to Poetry Bee. Submit a poem of your own right now!
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