Garden Ornament Tyranny Theorem. 

Kev Reid

I've been dodging traffic cones of late

They're significantly malicious

With their null-space stillness

Oozing and spewing reflected hate

Just sitting there

A negative impact on my reality

No empathy

Their orange plastic talons ripping upwards

Tearing away the nothingness they push into my mind

They cackle within the silence they create

I feel their prying lack of eyes

Like a million spies

All knowing of my fate

Stabbing, boring through the back of my head as I walk past

I can't last

Their smugness is innate

All knowing what I think for them

Plotting what I know for them

Their hunger never sates

They're in league with the watching windows

And omnipresent bricks

Playing little tricks

Roaring, side-splitting laughter emanates from their inanimate forms

I cringe and suffocate before the rows and rows of gorgons

They must be soldiers of the gnomes

Commanding from their thrones

On the pristine lawns

Just pawns for the garden ornament galactic dictators

Rosy red cheeks

Grinning freaks

Our Porcelain overlords

Using their cone clones as psychic bait...

Kev Reid

Garden Ornament Tyranny Theorem. 

I've been dodging traffic cones of late

They're significantly malicious

With their null-space stillness

Oozing and spewing reflected hate

Just sitting there

A negative impact on my reality

No empathy

Their orange plastic talons ripping upwards

Tearing away the nothingness they push into my mind

They cackle within the silence they create

I feel their prying lack of eyes

Like a million spies

All knowing of my fate

Stabbing, boring through the back of my head as I walk past

I can't last

Their smugness is innate

All knowing what I think for them

Plotting what I know for them

Their hunger never sates

They're in league with the watching windows

And omnipresent bricks

Playing little tricks

Roaring, side-splitting laughter emanates from their inanimate forms

I cringe and suffocate before the rows and rows of gorgons

They must be soldiers of the gnomes

Commanding from their thrones

On the pristine lawns

Just pawns for the garden ornament galactic dictators

Rosy red cheeks

Grinning freaks

Our Porcelain overlords

Using their cone clones as psychic bait...