Children love us
We make them happy
While they eat pizza
Or play games
Little do they know
We also make nightmares come true
By day we are friendly
By night we are way, way different
It all started a long time ago
When good old William started it
One by one
He killed us
We call him Purple Guy
Because he wears a purple uniform
Many people call him Vincent
But William is his real name
No one caught William
It does not matter
He's dead
He's one of us
He pays the ultimate price
He would know the pain
What we had to go through
YOU ARE READING
The Sloth's Voice
PoetryThis is a collection of poems written by a sloth. Sloths are known for being slow, this one is not an exception. With that being said, please sit back and enjoy the show. Note: All pictures and videos used belong to their respective owners.
