I feel like writing a funny poem,
But it’s hard when my father just died.
Watching his James brown dressed body
Wink at me, telling me it’ll be okay.
But I know it wont be okay, because now
The kids at school look at me like I kicked the bucket.
He always told me laughter was the best medicine.
But this medicine won’t make it down my throat.
Because pats on my back stop the flow.
They say, ‘to feel someone’s pain put yourself in their
Shoes,’ but how can you?
I’m size 9. Your size five.
Tell me a joke about chickens.
Being stuck in the dark shadows
Of your ghostly sympathy angers me.
Choke on yours lies,
Because I can see in your eyes
That the closest thing you ever lost was your dog.
He name was Rex and he was brown,
And you fed him every other Tuesday.
I’m a pity-party pooper.
I don’t like surprise pity parties,
Or planned ones.
What I do like is
The knock-knock jokes you’d crack
In the middle of Algebra
That made my eyes light
Before my father ever saw the light.
Make me smile again.
Because people always apologize,
Though I’m pretty clued in,
That my father is dead.
I don’t need to be reminded of the hole in my heart.
Do me a favor and josh about
How Ms. Langford’s butt seems to drag the ground
More then it did last year.
I beg you,
Don’t ‘sry’ me.
I want to smile again,
but more resembling the Kool-aide man,
Without you reminding me
My father’s gone forever.
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