Life
A poem by Billy Sheen
In his last hours
By Mat Growcott
Note from author: I strongly advise you read my story ""My struggle" By Billy Sheen" before
Reading this. But hey, you're the reader.
Life,
I think of it
Did I live well?
Did I keep fit?
Or did I just sit?
Life,
More trouble then its worth
I got troubles,
I bet you do too.
But mine are gone soon, Phew
Life,
I'm gonna burn alive,
Ow,
Its gonna really hurt
Its gonna be slow
And Painful
Life,
Just a game,
But like monopoly,
It gets tedious unless your over 13
And own a hotel.
(13, hurteen…dirty…)
and that's dirty.
Life,
Unless your big and strong,
It just a laugh,
Nothing to worry about,
Cept death, and that comes
Quickly, take it from me.
(note to self: that was a bit tasteless)
(note back to self: why did I write that?)
(note: will you both shut up?)
Life,
Now its nearly over,
I guess I can tell you the meaning of life
Its 4 magic words
That nobody ever heard
"Live long and prosper"
Note from Sonya Hedgkofski
This is a poem by Billy Sheen, who was sentenced to death for attempting to bomb a power plant. New evidence proves he was under the influence of Jack Daniels, the wild mind controller from Tennessee. If only we'd found out a week before he wouldn't have died and he could have written some more wonderful poetry
Note from the REAL author
OK!! I just wanna say this. This poem was IN CHARACTER. I'm not really THAT bad a poet. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the poem, and the foot note by sonic…goodbye…
