A boy named Big McCoy
missing out the point of the conversation
with his landlord smoking out a joint
had his weekend wasted, too bad.
Now, they're both mad.
A girl named Brenda went around the town corner
looking for a glass of the finest apple cider.
The merchant teased her like a grandma,
"Give me your fist right up, Brenda."
She really tried to be harsh like her goddamn dad.
Now she's ferociously mad.
I was at the park with my friends spilling some tea.
Bulky James chimed in, "Don't you dare come at me!"
I saw the cops with the busted,
Jane and her puppets.
What a marvelous name to scandalize.
What a curious time to be alive.
At the end of the day,
I am sure with my way.
I kind of feel bad for what is bad
and now I'm mad that everybody's mad.
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Eerie Shadow
PoetryA series of poems written with the words coming from the bottom of the heart of the writer while being bored in quarantine.