The Game

A Protein Poem (2011)

Like a skeezy old man
or a demon child,
or a teddy bear?

You can just cut off the top parts of the hair,
I think it’s probably velvet,
people put their hands on it,
if it’s clean.

A weird house,
on the furry side,
completely covered in shag carpet.

They watch little bugs crawl through,
secret passages and shit,
my good friend,
talking about poetry.

We made him lose,
the game,
We lost the game.

This is a Protein Poem from one of the very first rounds back in 2010.  If you remember participating in this poem, comment with your role. We’d love to hear back from you!

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