To My Wayward Sons (Supernatural Poetry)

Past Faces and Premonitions

It seems these days that popping up

Randomly is the latest fashion

Castiel came back and so did Meg

But Bobby? I mean, come on!

Lucifer also jumped over the fence

And juiced my brother's brain

Then Garth called for help in a case

He's the same old wacky pain

Emmanuel, sorry, Castiel, he returns

And so did the bitchy demons

Crowley called them off, but I guess

Boris got antsy with summons

We also got Meg asking for a shake

An alliance, but I hate the bitch

Finally, we got Bobby, all ghost form

Undead but still helps our sitch

But we lost Frank, and sight of Dick

Got no clue of leviathans' crap

Those black slimeballs are planning

Something, I don't know what

All this is building up to something big

It's weird, I tell you Sam, this tune

I ain't psychic, but I just have a feeling

This'll blow up in our faces soon...