Ode to Dr. Blotch
In the morning you eat a bowl of bad manager souls.
You look like an evil girl goblin
and I feel your hair of boogers.
You smell like pears.
I love your laughs of choking goblins
when you turn kids into robots.
I hear children’s screams.
I remember a kid that got turned into a robot
and I’m glad that I didn’t get turned into a robot.