Even Juicier Poem by James McLain

That the secret about you is real
you live in constant fear of mirrors
company is a stranger family much
much stranger science will prevail.

Showing up at work is harder than
the job trembling starting to leave
wet foot prints where ever you go.

Being as you are you finaly get the
gun out load it fire a warning shot
go back to the mirror and look
raising the gun pointing it you order
the mirror self to tell you the secret
about how you were able to get here.
You aim it at the eye of red it bleeds