August 8, 2020 - News Post

Here is a poem I wrote in high school. I think it's particularly relevant to today's world:

Eyeballs

Eyeballs are gross
And sort of wet
They bounce really well
And make a great pet

Eyeballs are white
And really round
Give them a mash
And “pop” is the sound

Eyeballs are small
And they come in pairs
Take them from corpses
And nobody cares

Full confession: Lines 7 and 8 originally said "and when they are mashed, there's a popping sound". I didn't like the flow, so I made a minor edit.

Say whatever you want about that in the comments. 16-year-old me can't hear you.

-Jeff