Only Poetry- The Mocker

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To Whom It May Concern:

 

The Mocker

 

Mocking, the mocker is mocked,

Mocking, the mocker is shocked,

Cornered and desperate

No place to hide,

He spits and he burns

Finds no place to go,

And tries to stand up

On one toe.

 

He desperately

Want to be seen,

To be in the middle

To twaddle and diddle

Underneath he’s really mean.

 

Round and round

With his verse,

He is actually

Quite perverse,

He doubts and shouts,

Whatever you say

It’s not true,

And neither are you,

And as the tension mounts,

He screams out,

I am all that counts.

 

Some will say

He went mad,

And others will

That it’s sad,

That he tried

To be courageous

As he became

More outrageous

And pumped out

His poems

Trying to find his

Way home,

But it was not use

Trying to hide

The verbal abuse

He plastered all over the list,

Yet he will persist,

And dumps his load

Before returning to

His abode,

Under a rock,

Or a hole in a tree.

It makes no difference

To me.

 

Someone give him

A shake,

He’s just a spiritual fake

Maybe he’ll tire

Or put out his own fire,

When he hears everybody moan

Hey kid, listen to us,

It’s time for you

To go home.