Mr Shredder

Mr Shredder frightens me

Kidding on he’s not hungry

I bring him scraps

Of scribbled notes

Slideshows, spreadsheets, expired quotes

He mashes, slices, dices, swallows

He wants our blood

Today tomorrow

That’s his great quest

To tempt us in

I’ll not bite you

Scratch my chin

Do not listen!

Guard your brainwaves

No fingers leads to early graves

Where pinkies go

Hands surely follow

Then arms and necks

Your brain’s sweet marrow

So let the sleeping shredder lie

Never put your digits in

Let papers pile

It’s not a sin

Just rip them up

And use the bin

These words were written in March 2017

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