A unicorn is like a double-sided weapon:
Which end is the business end?
Its horn can pierce you, in your heart,
Where it hurts the most. You’ll sing
Sad songs and write poems bemoaning
Unrequited loves. You’ll lament that the world
Isn’t like Candy Land, full of gumdrops and peppermint sticks.
The other end of the unicorn is where it shoots
Out rainbows and fairy dust. You’ll be blinded
By the light of the colorful arc, while fairy dust
Clogs your nasal passageways and throat.
You’ll choke, and the last thing you’ll see
Is a unicorn looking down at you, smirking.
A. J. Hayes
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