Wow, a poem!

            I can’t say where my story ideas come from, they come from random places. Some come from a T.V. show or movie I’m watching, some come from a book I’m reading, some just seem to come out of the blue. Which is why I try to always have a paper and pen/pencil handy. If you are really curious, I think this idea came to me while I was watching “Supernatural on Netflix. However, I can’t hope to remember with episode. All I can say is that it was during season 8. But enough rambling, enjoy my latest poem.

BE MY FRIEND

I like to go out and watch things die,

You don’t have to shout and there’s no need to cry,

That’s who I am and don’t ask why.

Just say you’ll be my friend.

Or sometimes when I’m feeling low,

I’ll go and lay a wicked blow,

On some random person that I don’t even know.

Please, tell me you’re my friend.

I sometime like to steal a car,

Or start a fight to trash a bar,

Or seal a bug into a jar.

I’ll make them be my friend.

There are times I might poke you, in the eye,

On sensitive subjects, I might pry,

Or, just like this poem . . . I may flat out lie.

But I do want to be your friend.