"Empty Like Them, I Could Never Be"
Me being sad, is what makes the family happy/
So when God let em breed, he made their kids cheap & tacky
In their eyes I see nothing, like their lives are unhappy/
The only family I have with a soul, is that of my Staffy
They could not control me, so had to teach me a lesson/
But then my God for a laugh, give em kids on the Spectrum
Now I think this upsets em, they can't recreate mine/
And when every word is a weapon, I get to eat like I dine
If these freaks could just die, I would be highly amused/
As with a talent like mine, you'll get rhymed & abused
With no time for their views, I let em view what I write/
Just to remind I'm the truth, in their world full of lies
I've seen Hell through these eyes, but this mind will not quit/
Cause what I smell is the prize, like weren't I right, just a bit
They tried stopping what I did, so what I did was write more/
If you think this ink is a problem, then just wait for my sword.
Copyright 2022 The Elusive Mr Dunne
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- Author: The Elusive Mr Dunne (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: May 17th, 2022 12:56
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 13
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