Sadist
Daniel Jeremy Perz

The white paper bag,
    Sitting alone,
        In a room,
             Ignored.
The red crumpled pillow,
    Hiding abandoned,
        In an obscure corner,
             Forgotten.
The forlorn green hat,
    Waiting perpetually,
        Infernally,
             For someone to put it on.
The empty room,
    With its inconspicuous residents
        Smirking at its fortune
             Proud of their dis-ease,
                 In its domain.