Scary Ol' Freak
There was a man on my street that had the adventure we used to seek,
He was known as the Scary Ol' Freak,
Every time we played,
He'd take out his gun,
Ruining our daily fun,
And always yell,
"I'll shoot you all someday!",
So we ran away,
But he soon stopped coming out,
And after a while started to pass,
Around the time the leaves fell to the grass,
He was found,
Laying in bed and a bullet in his head,
Next to a note that read,
"No one loved the Scary Ol' Freak".
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Poetry On Drugs
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