Logan Paul Poem

Going to enter the forest of japanese origin,

About to commit, a mortal sin,

I wear a hat with a green alien on my head,

Trying to film an exciting vlog, maybe we’ll find, something dead,

On Youtube we’ll post our crazy tale,

Attempting to catch demise, by the tail,

Making jokes along the way,

Away from the path, alone we stray,

This forest houses many whom endure eternal rest,

It seems we are, an unwanted guest,

Far from the path we had betrayed,

We start to feel a bit afraid,

Knowing that we shouldn’t be here,

I take a rock as a souvenir,

Being utterly disrespectful,

Of the warning signs we are neglectful

What is that, it doesn’t appear to be a branch,

It’s a body, and when we see the sight, we freeze and blanch,  

I act scared and sad to get more views,

Youtube's community guidelines, I refuse,

I talk to my camera one more time,

Knowing that what i did is an emotional crime,

I’ve made a severe and continuous lapse in my judgement,

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