A Little Impaired Poem by Nicholas Neato

If I could have your attention please
I'd now like to tell you I'm quite ashamed
You've all acted how you've wanted
And not a single one of you to take the blame

Tick tock
Life's counting you down
Do as your told, simple life
Now you six feet underground

Who remembers
Who even cared
Who blew the whistle
On this whole damn affair
It's the one who caught your eye
When your eyes didn't work so well
It's the same one who found you
In the silence of the wake where you fell

I've seen alot of good things die
The greatest lovers
Killers first
What have we learned
Go back to the first verse
Have I lost you
I can't shake this curse
I'm awkward, can't get my point across
I fear I'm the worst
The worst kind of patient
The wrong kind of nurse