To My Wayward Sons (Supernatural Poetry)

The Attack of the PCP-Crazed Strippers

(Disregard the weird out-of-place title, this poem has a serious feels trip up ahead.)

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Go ahead, say it.

I'm sorry—you look like you got attacked by some PCP-crazed strippers.

Dude, one of them sprayed me with seltzer from his flower.

*laughs* I'm—whew.

...What?

Nothing Dean, it's just that my heart swells a million sizes

Whenever I see you enjoying, when I see you this happy

And after all the tragedy and those arguments we've had

You finally break into a bright smile and laugh genuinely

Though it feels weird, foreign, almost morbid, to feel joy

In a time of madness, pain, sorrow, death, it's very scant

But it's quite contagious, this little happiness of you and I

And honestly, for us to have fun for once, that's all I ever want.

Nothing...carry on.