Mean Old Man Poem by Saint Cynosure
Mean Old Man
Mean old man upon your stool,
how is it you can be so cruel?
Has life thrown you a dirty path?
Must every being feel your wrath?
Have you been like this since a boy?
Has not one person brought you joy?
Is there no nice words you can say?
Have you drove all your friends away?
Why is it that you scream at me?
Cause I see what no others see?
Your cruel at heart and bitter breath,
thinking peace just comes with death.
And when you die no one will care,
or even have nice words to share.
But you brought this upon yourself,
you are to blame and no one else.
What in the whole wide world does this inane comment have to do with the price of tea? Write poetry and forget the nonsense, please, your saintly self! If you have an idea and you might have, just might have though I'm not sure, write a poem that says it with some vigor and startling imagery! Never mind the cheap shots that please the likes of a Joe Hughes!
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4/19/2024 1:01:43 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Your cruel at heart and bitter breath, thinking peace just comes with death. great lines. you know you shouldnt talk about your self that way... lol. *Purkey Girl*