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…