I'm sick of the emo-ing, <br />Of hearing crybabies going <br />'Oh boo-fucking-hoo, <br />I'm a wreck, I'm so sad, <br />I don't know what to do <br />She drive me mad. <br />She no love me, she love him instead, <br />I know what I should do, <br />Put a bullet in my head.' <br /> <br />'Oh my life is over, <br />She did me in, <br />I can't live without her, <br />Now I cut my skin.' <br /> <br />'Oh boo-hoo, I'll shoot myself <br />And nobody could care less.' <br />Yes, you moron, <br />The poor guy mopping up your mess. <br />So for his sake, <br />Don't kill yourself today <br />And give the blood mop guy <br />A happy holiday.<br /><br />K. Jared Hosein<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/humour-ode-to-the-blood-mop-guy/
