'' Start Praying '' Poem by Bri Mar

I've finally died,
Nobody cried,
He always lied,
They're saying,

He could never convince,
Made us all wince,
He did talk mince,
Mud laying.

The lies he mastered,
Forever plastered,
A demented bastard,
Always playing.

All those affairs,
Hundreds of heirs,
All caught unawares,
Not staying.

It must be said,
Speaking ill of the dead,
You're all off your head,
Character slaying.

Now being witty,
They talk nitty gritty,
Oh what a pity,
They're paying.

This isn't funny,
Someone's life's sunny,
He's spent all his money,
Dismaying.

Now feeling daunted,
With me you'll be taunted,
Forever more haunted,

‘' Start Praying ‘'