Legacy
Date: Thursday, 1st August 2002 @ 09:20:33 PM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry
Contributed By: Butterat_Zool
Walk away little one, you’re not old enough to see this.
Walk away little one, only cripples are allowed.
Walk away quiet child, if they see you they will scream.
Walk away pretty now, else they’ll take your little soul.
Come inside my fellow human, come inside my fellow man.
Come inside, I’ll make some soup.
Come inside, I’ll make it warm.
Come inside my little boy and eat some soup away with fear.
No, not here, you don’t belong, your test scores show you’re rather slow.
No, not here, you smell of urine and chlorinated charcoal.
No, not here, you walk in circles, speak in tongues, and eat without a fork.
No, not here, nobody wants you. You scare us because you have no eyes.
You’re welcome sir, and thank you too for giving me that perfect soup.
You’re welcome sir, I promise you that I’ll say nothing to the police.
You’re welcome sir, I understand and sometimes things just go that way.
You’re welcome sir, as I remember, twelve in twenty-five will die.
I’m sorry too sir, please forgive me, for any wrongs I may have done.
I’m sorry too sir, nothing’s sacred, yet I know that I was bad.
I’m sorry too sir, I was perfect and then Hammurabi came.
I’m sorry too sir, please forgive me, I loved her sir, but she ate my bread.
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