Party Favors

Input determines output.

This

Is a bold faced lie.

You

Put many

things in me.

Never flowers.

Never confetti.

Never love.

I absorbed

All your

Needful hate & power.

When my days

Are over.

It won't

Be the traces

Of you

That drip

From dead dog eyes.

Party favors

Will burst

From my skull.

My lips

A knowing smile.

~Trip