My Uncle's Damn Will Poem by Randy Johnson

My Uncle's Damn Will



It made me very angry and people are stupid when they say it's no big deal.
If my uncle wasn't already dead, I'd murder him because of his damn will.
My relatives are too stupid to understand, it's a damn shame.
My uncle was a billionaire and all he left me was a video game.

What he did was like a slap to the face, it was very mean.
The video game that he left me is Mario's Time Machine.
My sister got a mansion and I got the worst game ever made.
It's something that nobody will admit that they've played.

When I played that SNES game, it actually made me want to own a time machine.
I want to travel back in time to give my uncle the worst beating he's ever seen.
Everybody else got his valuable possessions and his money and I damn nearly had a fit.
When I say that I'd like to travel back in time to strangle him, he sure would deserve it.

My Uncle's Damn Will
Tuesday, August 6, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: comedy,fiction,funny,game,money
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