Pen - pen: Disarm my Pain

KETCHUP

iv'e learn how to bring things up,
and how to mess with them,
tell those who suffer that should eat their pride,
and leave those souls to heaven,

Someone is watching over us,
i don't know how he can see the whole world with his two eyes,
but i know he'll make sure that no one should suffer,
and no one should get hurt after the last supper,

Oh! the ketchup isn't it?,
it was just a title by the way,
no connection from the topic inside this poem,
lovely isn't it? it was my favorite condiment,

Praying can harm me,
for i was just settling my soul and not doing anything,
how should i get this?, how should i get that?,
without proper things that should be worn and dressed with polka-dot?

Luck aren't my favorite line,
but in the end of those suffering before dying it was my favorite line,
oh! there was a god i just remembered,
did he just tap me for something that i didn't offer?

somebody says that i should bring a rosary,
how dare them to put those words unto me?,
if hadn't reach the form of being good?,
for i am pressured with the devil,
for i was a sinner?,

Oh! i hope you're dipping in,
so sweet isn't it?,
so judge me,
i don't know how to fight criticisms,
i just laugh, just laughing out loud for those,

you're a good joker i see,
so you should wear some deep makeups,
and wink those eyes of red,
a stripper? a whore? a dying soul?,
are you a human without selfishness?,
and bring all your dignity?,
for just having a dirty money?

don't be mad at me,
i am just a peasant looking for some lonesome money,
i am just a dirty person,
no one knows i am a writer,
i write for no one,
i just make words that surely fake the awesome,

"where's the ketchup?"

one man just arrive quickly after those mess that he made,

"on the next page sir, so sorry"