Run With Scissors
10-97
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I want to run
with scissors,
and scribble
with crayons!
Big fat
suckers in boxes of
8.
Clench them
tightly in my
fist.
(I don't care
I'm holding it
wrong!)
Choosing
colors at random;
Mindful only
of the violence
they might display.
Face twists
in abandon as
the black
slashes back
and forth;
Cuts across
the lines that
I'm supposed
to draw
between.
Now, Grab the
red.
Furiously and
with laughter
turn it red.
Turn it ALL
red.
RED!
And purple!
And yellow.
Pressing
hard...
...breaking
crayons with a
satisfying snap!
Leaving long
bold streaks of
color on the page!
And when I'm
done, cut it
into tiny pieces,
and cut the
pieces into
pieces,
and throw
them on the floor!
HA! HA! I want
to run with scissors...
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