Skinny legs on thick sweater boy

The misshapen, misinformed, deformed life form rolling on the morbid loam looking for home.

Needing protection. A rusty tragic wagon seeking the scaled beast to be his trusty magic dragon.

Hungry. Waggle noodle arms reach for the backpack packed full of Lucky Charms--these marshmallow bites seem to be his only rations.

No narrative evident, no plot to intuit, just skinny legs on thick sweater boy with a red balloon until he blew it.

Scribbles on paper so its obviously fake, nobody takes a stake in a life that's play for play's sake.
You're you for as long as you can stay awake but after that
then what difference do these words make?
Pulpy-lumpy grumpy boy with bumps in his sweater like he smuggles puppies to avoid

lonely stretches like his lips pulled broad and trembling ,

whispered mumbling speech lost beneath the sound of his stomach grumbling

wishing he could be crushed by tumbling fruit that now sends the ground rumbling.