The door closes,
All eyes are on the row
Of numbers
Taking turns to glow.
Without warning,
The silent killer emerges,
Spreading its poison
Among the group of strangers.
The lady in powersuit,
Her thick layer of rouge
Fails to conceal
Her face that is turning blue.
One after another,
Sting by the poison,
Uneasy rufflings
As impatience rises.
With stoic faces,
Pretending it's absence,
Dignity of the guilty
Temporarily protected.
The door opens,
Victims scramble out
Gasping for air,
Fresh air of freedom.
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Disclaimer: amendments seriously needed! hehee...... :P
DP .. sooooo clever! heheee.....
Poem by Bear:
straining like heck
keeping it back
face goes blue
but what to do
so many people
i feel so feeble
must not give in
it'll be a great "sin"
slow stupid elevator
can't you go faster
help i'm gonna burst
shoulda let go first
oh crap! can't hold on
it's gonna be a H-Bomb!
argh! quick!! think!!
here comes the stink!
i know! pretend to be a prude
stare coldly at the next dude
and he'll cop the blame
thus i'm spared the shame
it works! to my relief!
the lady's giving him a lot of grief
although it's evil as can be
hey! better him than me!
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