It’s me and
My pen
My pen is my
Friend
It kicks up
A stink when
It loses its ink
Other than that
She’s fine.
Time to time
She writes
A good rhyme
Sometimes good
Sometimes bad
Might be happy
Maybe sad.
My pen
My friend
Will not review
For all you writers
Out there i

Thank you

Empathy and apathy
Of which I
I don’t possess
I could not love you
This I shall
Confess.
I still have a sunshine
Mind
Very thoughtful
Not unkind.

Could you love
A person like me
No apathy
No empathy
I have a smile
I will
Make you laugh
Would you dance?
With this narcissistic
Psychopath .

Sometimes I fly
Like a hawk
On the wing
I like to hear
The bluebells sing
Sometimes
I laugh
Sometimes
I cry but
Most of all
I want to die.

I’m a raspberry ripple
My sky is never blue
A twisted  bitter *******
What am I to do.

Sometimes I dream
Of a better place
So I can get out
Of the human race
Find me some bluebells
In which I can lie
And pass away and finally
Die.

My sweet lady
Pretty in pink a
Heartless
Monster
What do you
Think.
My sweet lady
Pretty in red a
Heartless
Monster
Who should
Be dead.
My sweet lady
Pretty in yellow
A transvestite
A queerish fellow.
My sweet lady
Pretty in blue
Never lost
Now that’s not true.
Heartless monster
Oh to shallow
There I stand upon
The gallows
Oops

They said they
Would come for
Me
They never did
My family
Lost in time
I’m insane
That’s why my
Family
Never came.
I’m in a home
The windows
Have bars
If I escaped
I couldn’t
Get far
They said they
Would come for
Me when
Will I be free
From my family

Two birds on a perch
Can you smell fish
Says one.
Two fish in a tank
How do you steer
This thing
It’s  
Just a bit of fun.
Two cannibals
Eating a clown
Does yours
Taste funny
I here you say

Sailed seven seas
To say three little
Words
Climbed mount
Everest not to absurd
Swam the oceans
To be at your side
To say
Three little words
Before you die.
Surfed the
planets
Walked in acid rain
So I can say these
Words again

Die you hag