Children's laughter,
Children's screams-
Who do you think makes those magical beams?
Of joy,
Of happiness-
Of everything you could endure,
you'd choose something so impure-
How do you want this?
How do you enjoy,
to sit there and watch people get destroyed-
On games,
on videos,
on TV-
How would you rather do that?
Than to watch a clown radiate those magical beams-
YOU ARE READING
The Underrated Beings
PoetryPoems. Why? Because I can. If you don't want to read crap, bye bye I know I'm going to hate it.