Lonely Conely

There was once a boy named Conely;

He was very lonely.

No one called his phone;

All the time he felt alone.

He had a lover named Marie,

But she only wanted him for his money.

Then, he found out and felt lonely!

Oh, that poor boy Conely.

No one wanted to be his acquaintance;

He was losing his patience.

Even his mom didn't hang out with him;

He always felt aching in his limbs.

Conely felt sad all of the time;

He drowned his sorrows away with his wine.

But one day he drank a lot.

After that, he smoked some pot.

He then felt his insides rot,

And then the police had him caught.

They shot him because he was black,

And so, he died because they thought he snorted crack.

But he smoked weed,

Not the crack for which they made him bleed.

Then his life flashed in front of his eyes.

The only good part of his life was Five Guys,

'Cause they sold him the good stuff,

But for him, that wasn't enough.

Then, they found out and he felt lonely!

Oh, that poor boy Conely.

But no one cared, even his mama,

'Cause they all knew he smoked marijuana.

All his life he felt a lot of pain,

So he went to the parking lot and did cocaine.

All his sad life everyone was mean.

But at least he had one friend, Nicotine!

That is all, my friend,

So, just like Conely's life, it Ends.

Moral of the poem...

Don't do drugs, kids