• The only dog he ever had was dead before he got him,
    and the only car availiabe was on ciderblocks in the garden.
    He never smoked a day in his life,
    except once, when the second-hand smoke killed his wife.
    His daughter got made fun of for not joining track,
    until one day she ran, and never came back.
    He tried religion and tried going to church,
    only to find that's where the true demons lurk.
    His favorite color was blue and everywhere he searched,
    they never had his size in any nice shirts.
    He hated Dr. Seuss.
    He didn't get it.
    Then he realized he'd never actually read it.
    He set his watch to the sound of the 3am train,
    and always drew in chalk just before it rained.
    He hated his body just like everyone else,
    but his body hated his soul and tried kicking it out.
    It was just about enough, no more to mumble,
    so he sold all his things and bought a small bubble.
    He lived in that bubble, sheltered and scarred,
    deep in the ocean, far below stars.
    And wouldn't you know it, the irony that would prospire,
    he would die in his bubble from a freak ocean fire.

    The End