They’re watching “Maude.”

The Orb.
It has taken control of my left hand.
The Orb shall use my own left hand to destroy me.
And so I dart unnaturally to the right.
To avoid it.
Contorting my body in an uncomfortable manner.
But alas, The Orb.
It has taken me.
It has drained me of life, and color.
I am Abscence now.

I am the man in the Major League Baseball logo.
Forever I hold my bat aloft.
My arms: jellied, full of pain.
The ball, it never moves. Hanging in the air.
Teasing me.
And yet I feel the need to swing.
I must swing.
The ball will come.
The ball does not come.
This
Is
Hell.

Spam text or Smiths song?