I miss the purple Quaker Oats Man

By JohnCarl McGrady, editor in chief

 

I miss the purple Quaker Oats Man

I kept on my computer screen

I miss his green eyes

And the way his smile gleamed

 

He was always waiting for me

Always happy on the void he guards

No one knows the horrors

He holds behind the bars

 

But that’s a different topic

One we shouldn’t cover

Let’s just focus on his smile

Not the darkness that it (he) smothers

 

I miss the purple Quaker Oats Man

And I worry if he’s dead

I no longer hear his soothing voice

Whispering inside my head

 

I haven’t been to see him

In far too long a time

The virus keeps us apart

And I know that soon he’ll die

 

How long can one man stand

Alone against the dark

Before some vicious monster

Comes and eats his heart?

 

I miss the purple Quaker Oats Man

And I hope to God he’ll win

The Paladin of light

Armored against the Sin