Test (poem by me)

empty bubbles

in rigid formation

molecules that will form our lives

number 2 pencils

smell them, dusty and stiff

information

stored, organized

labeled boxes

in our brains

open the files

extract

apply

little robot minions

swallow words

numbers

letters

punctuation

wash it down with a thick packet

of dead trees

alien acronyms

for outrageous words

haunt our dreams

sweat beads on our brows

tears are shed

years wasted

all for that

four-letter

word