free verse, Poetry

Joker

He hit him.
Then him sat in front of me,
To protect me from he,
Then he rambles on about how I’m no good,
And look at this –
No one has this,
And him growled and snarled because him saw the true he.
The lonely,
angry,
Two-faced he,
That chooses me out to blame for all of he’s misfortune.
Stupid he.

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