Black Glasses Poem by Kevin Maroney

Black shades hide it's face,
as it screams aloud for all to see,
yet the best thing, the funniest disgrace,
is that it's so easy to know how it be.

Blooming, the water's wide,
till stealing the author's soul, in black glasses,
screaming so snide,
in such stinking, greenish tinged grasses

The parasites assemble, as he resembles,
a deathly paradigm, the epitome of glee,
Then he sees the masses, and foully grumbles,
how he's so extremely unlucky.

Dimly he stares into the endless night,
and finally, gracefully, dies of fright