Save your hobbies before they are subtly replaced
The grinning elves are worse than any you’ve ever faced
Remember the dreams you sold your breaths to
Or the earliest memories that didn’t pull through
The sudden drop of mood that make you peek over the void
And the hearty laughs you accidentally destroyed
These little elves, they feed off your disgrace
Save your hobbies before they are subtly replaced
from my list of bad poems
