poetry for your enjoyment

[hop]

the bullets of my mind make me want to fart

sometimes i wonder how did my despair start.

meant i was to grow, to flourish, to show my wisdom and grace,

instead i failed and flopped, it was clearly marked on my face.

i fought a jihad to win the hearts of those i knew,

but I lost them all, they hated me like a jew.

remember a long time ago, remember the me of old,

someone who smiled, who had no fear, who was completely bold.

long ago he died, he vanished from this sphere,

now its time to join him, to break thru the childish fear.