My Good Friend Paul Poem by Jessica Thomas

I saw a deranged man in the hall
Sucking on an orange straw
He said hello to me
I said hi as nice as could be
His hair looked like fire
I was getting tired
I said I'm going to bed
He was nodding his head
Singing aloud
I've been living on a cloud
I laughed then I cried
Then I tried
I knew he had a reason to be in that institute
He swore he was a prostitute
That night he died
That night I cried
That man in the hall
Was my good friend Paul.