Realization of Men
I think they think I'm dead.
No really,
I think they think I'm dead.
Am I?
Was I?
I think they think I’m dead.
Am I?
Truly?
No, of course not.
I can’t be.
Has anyone called 911? Honestly?
I think they think I’m dead.
This is why seven men should not make decisions.
Now, they think I’m dead.
I fainted,
smacked my head on the ground
and left for dead.
Ending up in a horrid glass case.
I think they think I’m dead.
If I was dead, why am I not in the ground?
Why am I for display?
I think they think I’m dead.
One bad apple
Seven bad men
One strange prince wanting a kiss.
A look of confusion,
a movement of passion.
It ended up bad,
not how it was planned.
Falling flat on his face into the river bed.
I think they think I'm dead,
and it’s okay.
Bye everyone,
Snow White is out of this place.
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