Randy Freie Poet Rhyme

Meet Mister Melancholy Smith

Every day he'd sit and pout,
The Ambassador of Doubt.
Come dine with Melancholy Smith,
Was born to eat your heart out.

He was raised a single child,
His emotions were defiled.
Both parents saw a mental flaw,
That made sure he never smiled.

No one saw him as a friend,
And the girls would all pretend.
Cast from the crowd, they'd laugh out loud;
And berate him to the end.

On a broken course he'd follow,
The self-pity that he'd wallow.
A sad affair with no repair,
Only left his spirit hollow.

Till one fateful day it's said,
Moist tears in a lonely bed.
Still aching, with hands shaking,
Put a bullet in his head.

Not a soul was there to wave,
Since no soul was left to save.
Without a sound, tucked in the ground,
Now lies in an unmarked grave.

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