Brought froM a store brand new
me was inside mY packet blue
which Someone tore in shreds a few
these man-iacs are savages me knew.
me was then kePt In a plastic stand
theRe was a toothpaste of dIfferent brand
his crown was losT, he couldn't WIthstand
the feLony of humans, their fierce hands.
me was then totaLed and tortured in pain
they Twisted my neck, they emptied my contAin
they recKlessly trapped my tears they gained
on my dEathbed, their brushy cane.
me now Void, waiting to diE
they all will come, after eatiNG thEir pie
And when they'll fiNd, my empty inside
i've to ConfidE, i'll be denied.
*as i published this poem, dying Mr.toothpaste got furious and left a threatening message in the poem, what is the message? ? ? ?
hint: _+focus on CAPITALS +_:
Oh! I laughed a lot. Really nice.Hey, we shouldn't use toothpaste!
this poetry was interesting as well as funny.... :) any one would hardly imagine to make a poetry on a toothpaste...which makes this poetry so special.....
vision of a great poet who is one with the poety..it's really beautiful
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thats a poet budding within u my boy! I loved it to the ewtent that..for the 1st time some1s death made me laugg..(sorry Mr. Toothpaste)