Empty Like Them, I Could Never Be Poem, by The Elusive Mr Dunne, at My poetic side

"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.

Empty Like Them, I Could Never Be