lost: a poem, by allie, about “recon”
March 17, 2010
I cannot, cannot, like that cop.
I will not, will not—MAKE IT STOP.
Don’t like them with the Man in Black—
Please hurry and rejoin Team Jack.
Not on a date! Not by the sea!
And as for Kate, you let her be!
I will not like him any hour.
With or without that damn sunflower.
I REALLY HATE him by the fire.
(This triangle situation is painfully dire.)
I do not like them “here” or “there.”
(But I will say I’m enjoying Claire.)
I do not like Lost’s final year—
But it’s okay. The end is near.
(Thanks, Green Eggs & Ham. I’m sure they’re more delicious than this crap.)
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