.To those of us who knew him– his friends –we called him Roy.To others he was knownas that horrible Toxic Boy..He loved ammonia and asbestos,and lots of cigarette smoke.What he breathed in for airwould make most people choke!.His very favorite toywas a can of aerosol spray;he’d sit quietly and shake it,and spray it all the day..He’d stand inside of the garagein the early-morning frost,waiting for the car to startand fill him with exhaust..The one and only timeI ever saw Toxic Boy crywas when some sodium chloridegot into his eye..One day for fresh airthey put him in the garden.His face went deathly paleand his body began to harden..The final gasp of his short lifewas sickly with despair.Whoever thought that you could diefrom breathing outdoor air?.As Roy’s soul left his body,we all said a silent prayer.It drifted up to heavenand left a hole in the ozone layer..
Roy, the Toxic Boy by Tim Burton
01 Feb 2014 Leave a comment
in What I love Tags: poetry, Tim Burton
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