Haunted Hearts: Throw Them in the Ocean

May not be the first one to coin this notion

Just remember this when you’re putting on lotion

If someone changes the course putting your life out of motion

Pick them up and throw them in the ocean

 

From the ones those are mentally unstable

To the ones that can’t afford cable

If someone changes the weather promoting clouds of grey

Clip them on an eagle and set them astray

 

Don’t mind them because they don’t matter

They’ll be living underground with the Mad Hatter

And who’s that dwelling up in the sky

Why, it’s you; soaring high

 

Most of the people that we meet are adorable

But in the inside they’re deplorable

And I know this may sound horrible

But your happiness can be audited (then capitalized) and it’s affordable

 

We should be able to voice our opinions

We don’t need to take rubbish from minions

I’m just being frank and that’s how I feel

You can choose to either accept it or kneel

 

Don’t worry I won’t make fun of you

I would never stoop to your level like Donihue

You have the audacity to make fun of the aroma of my breath

Yet you’re a simpleton who solely relies on Meth

 

Come near me and you’re life will disperse

In two seconds you’ll roll away in a black hearse

I’m the Grim Reaper and you just got cursed

If this was your mother than it would have been worse

 

So discriminate me for my attire

I’ll grab you by the throat and hang you on a wire

This is the way I want my clothes to be flaunted

You can’t stop me from feeling undaunted

 

And who cares if you don’t like it

Cause you can take the two-wheeler and bike it

Never underestimate the strength of an Intrepid

Even though we have the minds of a little kid

 

Just watched your life flash as the curtain fell

Got you a first class seat on a trip to jail

I sent you a retention letter in mail

Shakespeare couldn't have said it half as well. 

 

It’s time for me to cast my final spell:

You’ll be diminished to the size of an air cell

You just one a grand prize to Hell

Not sure if you over heard the sound of my death knell

 

I witnessed a tear drop as your hair fell

Face be better than any man's, yet his leg excels 

My apologies to your merriment that I dispelled

But your haunted heart must be expelled

 

 

This poem is about: 
My community
Our world

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