Amazing Mike was full of gifts
that he would share all day.
But Average Joe would stay at home
wasting himself away.
Amazing Mike and Average Joe
were always best of friends.
But Joe was always searching for
the means to an end.
One day came when Average Joe
sick of life's displeasure
Took a razor from his drawer
and slit his wrists with ferver.
Joe had asked "What am I?
A break of unseen monster?
Or am I some strain of cancer?"
He never got his answer.
Joe didn't wait for death of age
counting his days as "few."
Average Joe, now sick with sleep
and so he bid "adieu."
"Adieu to you Amazing Mike
whose fortune ne'er rots.
Enjoy your life, the gifts for granted
for life loved me not."
May 30, 2013
May 30, 2013 at 12:49 AM UTC
Amazing Mike was full of gifts
that he would share all day.
But Average Joe would stay at home
wasting himself away.
Amazing Mike and Average Joe
were always best of friends.
But Joe was always searching for
the means to an end.
One day came when Average Joe
sick of life's displeasure
Took a razor from his drawer
and slit his wrists with ferver.
Joe had asked "What am I?
A break of unseen monster?
Or am I some strain of cancer?"
He never got his answer.
Joe didn't wait for death of age
counting his days as "few."
Average Joe, now sick with sleep
and so he bid "adieu."
"Adieu to you Amazing Mike
whose fortune ne'er rots.
Enjoy your life, the gifts for granted
for life loved me not."
When reading this poem, attempt to keep in mind the rhythm of a nursery rhyme. I wrote this poem with the light-hearted progression of a nursery rhyme to contrast with the topic of the poem. Enjoy.
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