feels like a re-run,
a cig you ***
when you’re down
on your luck.
something is about to break,
maybe it’s your day
or maybe
it’s just you.

The deception came easily
The yellow brick road and all its poets
Followed
She had them by the coat tails
Pulling them this way and that
Begging for mercy when she had done bad
Manican like motions
Soon followed
Plastered silly putty smile
Washed over
her veneers and pearly
White gates
Of tragedy poetically
Hallucinate through the glass

Rivers of red
Flowing like veins
Rivers of red
Your moaning of pains

Grey hair dyed
Tips and ends fried
Like your fingertips tapping
My messages kidnapping

My feelings rotten
And emotions forgotten
Your stupid mind
Deaf, insensitive and blind.

I scamp around trying to find myself,
All others say – you’re ******* lazy man,
I try to do something others don’t,
People say – oh, look at this child’s moan,
I want to be nothing like everyone else around,
They scream – so, you think you’re better than the rest of us and you want to fly off this ground?

I say – I want to, I try to, I dream no matter what
But in the end I realize, I’m just like everyone else in this stupid world
I’m rotten, sinful and full of ****,
And only with time I realize that I’ve been swallowed by others… and puked back into this dirt

The button glares it's hideous grin beckoning me to give it one good push
Start Over is plastered over it's red polish
Why is the button always red? I question
I am numbed my core rotten as I stick in my hands in to see if my heart still beats
Everything fades and my senses feel as though it is just an anesthetic
I try to see but all I know is this dream within my nightmare
The button grows further and further away
Will I be able to reach it in time?
I don't know...

As I read past scarred darkened lines
Of poems of yesterday that I could all call mine
But now I feel so rotten inside
And don't dare say I haven't yet tried.

A poem in June could tell a nice story
Unlike today's that are so miserably gory
I'll speak of a time that I once fell in love
But my feelings flew out my ears like doves.

A poem last year could tell of a horse
Creativity decreases; now I just have remorse
For the writing style of which had came through with ease
But it'll never come back even if I say "please".

And that time that I wrote an epic in the snow
But it is Autumn now; and I am a scarecrow
So leave me alone to be wasting away in the field
Who knows, maybe a good poem this time I'll yield

WHAT HAVE I DONE to shrivel away
Out in the night and on through the day
For I feel the child is dying in me
So you'd might as well prepare my grave under a tree.

Goodbye, a dastardly devious fiend
Always on the brink of disaster you leaned
And always stopped by the hero in blue
It's just a **** shame what has happened to you.

You made our hearts grow, you made them sink
You taught us that even villains have to think
And that they too want happiness and joy
And you gave us those things to every girl and boy.

Your spirit was undying, your face so inspiring
Yet your cancer forced you into sadly retiring
And Sporticus grieved with the rest of the gang
And Lazytown no longer played and sang.

But we have to move on without our purple friend
Cause his heart was filled with glee in the end
And now he plays in the bright morning sun
Just know that you were always villain number one.