1978

In 1978
Was the last time I ate.

But what you don't know
Is that it snowed.

And as a I drowned
I frowned.

And as you think I was dead
I was really just laying in bed.

For this was a dream
And you had a good scream.

And to your amusement
There was movement.

For you didn't care
That I didn't have a fare.

So what I did
Was went and got killed.
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This is a poem I made particularly for Halloween and it contains little snippets of violence but not much to get a pg13 rating.