It’s warm and wet streaming down his cheeks.
Like blood it cleans him out constantly.
Like scavengers they all swarm about this lifeless form,
Hoping he will soon be torn.
Torn away from there houses and out of there lives,
Till finally someone new will ignite.
Someone new is so fun,
And somewhat excreting,
That all who used to be known,
Now have no meaning.
He was one of the few that she actually liked,
But wouldn’t acknowledge it in case of a fight.
No one else liked him,
They’re all glad he’s gone,
But she cried for months
For poor old friend John.
He would never do what the others do.
He was always there and always true.
True to everyone including Bobbie Jean,
She couldn’t imagine how they could be so mean.
But she did what they did,
In the case of fitting in,
And now she has lost a really great friend.

 
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