When he first moved in
He had the head of a mannequin
On a stick that read
"this is a stick up"
As I was getting ready for school
I never noticed it
And when I did it scared me so much
I yelled out
He thought it was funny so did she
Then they moved it
Atop a book shelf
Out side my room so it stared
I began to get used it
But it always scared me
Even if I got used to its glare
And I'm sure it did mine
Now it's no longer atop the bookshelf
Staring in at me
Taunting me
Laughing at me because it frightened me
It's on the floor
Being packed in a box
That stupid Scary Ass Mannequin Head
Why does it have to go too?
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Oof Poetry
PoetryI was hella depressed when writing some of these, but I'm happy now, so have fun
