Deceptive Decepticons

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?