Benoni Chortle Poems

You told me the other day asking what’s wrong, what happened
Thinking to myself, I would ask the same question
To my dismay I was quite saddened
How you don’t even notice my state of depression
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My voice is the paint
My hands are the brush
My songs are my plaint
My creation full of gush
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I walk with this disease
At its terminal stage
I do it with ease
Keeping all this rage
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Reality is better than my dreams
Even though I can dream that I can fly
Have super strength and invisibility
Catch on fire and not die
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You were born today, seventeen years ago
The candle on the cake is set and ready for you to blow
All your family and friends are there
I, on the other hand, am left in despair
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Memories replenish what was lost

But a tear, a sorrowful tear is the cost
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I’m the master of disappointment

I’m weak, proud and arrogant
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Sweat, blood, and tears
It’s war on the board
Threats, nightmares, manifested fears
You will die by the sword
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I wanted to play outside then it started to rain

But it’s okay
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I was bought from the store
To serve my purpose or more
To stick things, I cannot escape
I am a roll of tape
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