Elderly Home

Mythos poem.

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In the Elderly home,
Many old people did roam.
Daz worked there,
But he couldn't bear.

He was an ass to start with,
Always stealing his shit.
But the old people knew,
To them it was not new.

He was taking the elderly meds,
In which he did succeed.
And started to see strange things,
Suddenly the old people had wings.

Monsters it became,
Not being ashamed.
With tentacles and all,
Madness did befall.

The elderly devoured him alive,
Without much strive...
Nobody missed him,
For hate was in his heart.

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