Looked down by the society
Outcast by his clan
Only fault in life being his
That he loved a man
Not that he was bad looking
Just unlucky his fate
For all good he tried to do
All he got was hate
He was but a laughing stock
All the children's toon
A job he once held before
Lost it just too soon
Parties he was not called to
For friends, he had none
From the pew, alone he'd pray
When everyone was gone
Good fellow he was, not hurt
A soul in his life
But who cared for all that goodness
When he had no wife?
Tuppence though he gave for glares
Fools hate who they can
Saw no reason to feel weird
Just coz he loved a man
He too'd lay at paradise
happy to have died
Rid of men who hated
Or holy books that lied
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All characters in this literary piece are ifctious, any resemblance to anyp erson living or dead is purely coincidential
ur sense of rhyming n mine r kinda similar!(plz dont take that as an insult!)interesting blog!
and ahem!talkin abt MY poem..well...i had an exam the nxt day n i was SUPPOSED to study 4 it but wasnt feelin upto it...so at 12 in the night(hence "top o the hour!),i wrote the poem..i basically had nothin better to do...lolzzz...!
plz dont take that as an insult
Rather a compliment..
SUPPOSED to study 4 it
the 'supposed' has come at the most appropriate time it ever could... Reality continues to ruin our lives,,,(and exams)
Damn!! That was good!!