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He was born a merry soul
He could learn anything told
He liked going out to play
The way he was made everyone’s day
He could have been the very best
His potential was greater than the rest
But as he got older, darkness covered him
His father was in the lit doorway with a menacing grin
His dad believed in doing things right
Hated black people, glad he was white
He would drink, swear, shout and stuff
His sensitive feelings he could easily crush
100% testosterone
At the height of his ignorance he was in control
The drunken father hatched a plan
Treat his little boy like he was a man
He would do bad stuff to his son
Beat him up and make lots of fun
The son matured in this different way
No longer did he wanna go out and play
His mother didn’t have a clue
She worked all day, she never knew
The worse place of all was at school
People would say things; he’d lose his cool
His burning rages was what others feared
The girls he liked thought he was weird
Because of this he hated them
He seen past their charm and dreamed of maiming them
He woke up, startled one morn
He realized that things had gone wrong
Looking back at him in the mirror
The man he hated, the origin of fear
The fact he looked like his dad
Made him more angry, made him more sad
He had a problem with authority
He just wanted the notoriety
As a young man he was told:
“You’re depressed, you’re insides are cold”
Since then, things have changed
Fifty dead men who all looked the same
A few pretty women were discovered too
A shocked nation didn’t know what to do
He was born a merry soul
He could learn anything told
He liked going out to play
The way he was made everyone’s day
He could learn anything told
He liked going out to play
The way he was made everyone’s day
He could have been the very best
His potential was greater than the rest
But as he got older, darkness covered him
His father was in the lit doorway with a menacing grin
His dad believed in doing things right
Hated black people, glad he was white
He would drink, swear, shout and stuff
His sensitive feelings he could easily crush
100% testosterone
At the height of his ignorance he was in control
The drunken father hatched a plan
Treat his little boy like he was a man
He would do bad stuff to his son
Beat him up and make lots of fun
The son matured in this different way
No longer did he wanna go out and play
His mother didn’t have a clue
She worked all day, she never knew
The worse place of all was at school
People would say things; he’d lose his cool
His burning rages was what others feared
The girls he liked thought he was weird
Because of this he hated them
He seen past their charm and dreamed of maiming them
He woke up, startled one morn
He realized that things had gone wrong
Looking back at him in the mirror
The man he hated, the origin of fear
The fact he looked like his dad
Made him more angry, made him more sad
He had a problem with authority
He just wanted the notoriety
As a young man he was told:
“You’re depressed, you’re insides are cold”
Since then, things have changed
Fifty dead men who all looked the same
A few pretty women were discovered too
A shocked nation didn’t know what to do
He was born a merry soul
He could learn anything told
He liked going out to play
The way he was made everyone’s day
dark, disturbing, nice! Im impressed you..sort of..stuck to a rhyming scheme...sort of..lol. I cant go near the things.
Now now, let's not break out the needles.
Oh no.
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That was the best pooem ever.
EVER.
Read again son and take in the brlliance.
OR don't you get it?
Forget it. I'm poo.
That was the best pooem ever.
EVER.
Read again son and take in the brlliance.
OR don't you get it?
Forget it. I'm poo.
yey Tink. How I love thee.
Although that was far below your average, BACK TO FORM, my good man, swivel on it.
Although that was far below your average, BACK TO FORM, my good man, swivel on it.
He was born a merry soul
He could learn anything told
He liked going out to play
The way he was made everyone’s day
He could have been the very best
His potential was greater than the rest
But as he got older, darkness covered him
His father was in the lit doorway with a menacing grin
His dad believed in doing things right
Hated black people, glad he was white
He would drink, swear, shout and stuff
His sensitive feelings he could easily crush
100% testosterone
At the height of his ignorance he was in control
The drunken father hatched a plan
Treat his little boy like he was a man
He would do bad stuff to his son
Beat him up and make lots of fun
The son matured in this different way
No longer did he wanna go out and play
His mother didn’t have a clue
She worked all day, she never knew
The worse place of all was at school
People would say things; he’d lose his cool
His burning rages was what others feared
The girls he liked thought he was weird
Because of this he hated them
He seen past their charm and dreamed of maiming them
He woke up, startled one morn
He realized that things had gone wrong
Looking back at him in the mirror
The man he hated, the origin of fear
The fact he looked like his dad
Made him more angry, made him more sad
He had a problem with authority
He just wanted the notoriety
As a young man he was told:
“You’re depressed, you’re insides are cold”
Since then, things have changed
Fifty dead men who all looked the same
A few pretty women were discovered too
A shocked nation didn’t know what to do
He was born a merry soul
He could learn anything told
He liked going out to play
The way he was made everyone’s day
He could learn anything told
He liked going out to play
The way he was made everyone’s day
He could have been the very best
His potential was greater than the rest
But as he got older, darkness covered him
His father was in the lit doorway with a menacing grin
His dad believed in doing things right
Hated black people, glad he was white
He would drink, swear, shout and stuff
His sensitive feelings he could easily crush
100% testosterone
At the height of his ignorance he was in control
The drunken father hatched a plan
Treat his little boy like he was a man
He would do bad stuff to his son
Beat him up and make lots of fun
The son matured in this different way
No longer did he wanna go out and play
His mother didn’t have a clue
She worked all day, she never knew
The worse place of all was at school
People would say things; he’d lose his cool
His burning rages was what others feared
The girls he liked thought he was weird
Because of this he hated them
He seen past their charm and dreamed of maiming them
He woke up, startled one morn
He realized that things had gone wrong
Looking back at him in the mirror
The man he hated, the origin of fear
The fact he looked like his dad
Made him more angry, made him more sad
He had a problem with authority
He just wanted the notoriety
As a young man he was told:
“You’re depressed, you’re insides are cold”
Since then, things have changed
Fifty dead men who all looked the same
A few pretty women were discovered too
A shocked nation didn’t know what to do
He was born a merry soul
He could learn anything told
He liked going out to play
The way he was made everyone’s day