Lost Soul (an acrostic poem)

Looking over the remains of the party

Oscar shrugged his sore shoulders

So much carnage strewn across the living room

Too many people had been in too small a space

 

Still he had better start cleaning up

Olivia would be coming back in a couple of days and she would be pissed

Unless he started soon, she would see the mess he made

Lifting up his shovel he began disposing the bodies

 

Image:

media.defense.gov/2016/Dec/12/2001678120/-1/-1/0/161210-F-SE307-052.JPG

 

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