My first life lasted long enough A wife I loved and children real stuff The war changed everything Family dead except for my son where was he when we won? Forget it all
My second life a depressed teen Counselors fail to make me clean Phonographs and tapes The start of my new life Why do I keep thinking of my wife? Forget it all
Third life wasn't strong Discrimination with my hair long Women disguises aren't the best in 1900's This goes with my fourth and fifth I really wish this was a myth Forget it all
Sixth was really fun Did some drugs and went to clubs Became a show host They all found out They started to shout Forget it all
Aute Lun didn't go to heaven Nothing phased number seven His life did not last
Number eight was burned to the steak That hurt I needed a break
Poor sweet number nine His bills made him commit Suicide
Ten and Eleven Nearly became convicted felons But they got too sick to even try Forget it all All these lives Do they matter? Just forget...
Number 12 was one of the longest A guy by the name of Alex Coneales I was finally myself again I made a friend or two They help me through They never know
Wilson Maxwell a friend with laughs He found my tapes, my phonographs We exchange our secrets He says he'll help me no matter what He knows too much so I keep shut I'M SCARED FORGET IT ALL
This is actually a poem about one of my characters I made for stories I've been trying to make. The thirteenth life I want people to find out. Let me know if this would be a good idea for a comic!