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.