Ghost Miser - Poem by Chaarzarul Rockett
I got a bucket full of ghosts
and they all love me the mosts
but of course
cuz I am their host.
They wanna be free
and they really bother me
trying to leave
and never looking out for me.
I'm up all night
hearing them fight
I got things to do
but they don't think I'm right.
One by one, I could let them go
forget my passion and go with the flow
'Til I get to the end, the one who had the most
Now just another dark imprisoned ghost.
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