Dumb dying Decepticons
The machines man made
Made to boost man’s ego
Don turns to Delma to decipher affection
With finger fumbling for false delight
Turn back to the screen to cheer and jeer
The man made machine
Don is Dimwitted
With his flailing hair flown in a false wind
Like a de-masculated man’s man.
What type of man does he think he is?
Damn, Don is dumb.
Distraught Delma sits dumbfounded by Don
And grins and groans like a dying animal’s moan
Because her boyfriend dragged her to watch the
Dying decepticons dominate each other
Does Don know I’m
dying to do…
Peter?
Delma wondered what Peter was doing
Probably petting his pet, Paws
Or sobbing on a prickly pillow sticking him like a pick
From the pain of a sad romantic
comedy
Delma dreamt of Peter while dumb Don
Discussed the dying decepticons with
Rick
Deep in Delma’s head
She played pillow fight with Peter
While Don and Rick
discussed
Poor Don probably planned a dinner after
the dying decepticons were all destroyed
Delma, however, was deceptive
She dreamt
If I was with Peter
now
Would I be pleased to
pet his pet Paws and his
Stick?
