It

Manipulative and sweet

How shall I describe it

It lives on a street

Or perhaps a tar pit

 

It seeks happiness

Taking to his friend

Finding unhappiness

It cannot comprehend

 

Seeking approval

Its heart on a pogo stick

Getting disapproval

It bounces getting sick

 

Tragic and sad love stories

It is ashamed

Don't ask of these territories

Its soul is maimed

 

Borderline criminal

It hates itself

Artistic pinnacle

It wants a shelf

 

To put its memory on it of course

And forget all the atrocities

Go back to a silent golf course

To forget all its curiosities

 

-Luis

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