Reloaded

Slipped and fell thru the cracks

My back

Fell like a couple of racks

That held a couple of knick-knacks

The fact

That I stopped writing

Made me realize

I need fuel the flame

Of my agonizing cries

Time flies

So fast

Im teenage

Won't last

Forever though

Not the brightest prick

On the totem pole

Was in an apocalypse

For so long

Forgot about humanity

Shooting zombies and stuff

Trying to keep my insanity

From slipping

Flipping out

Asylum here I come

Thought my writing career was over

Officially done

But I can never die

I live to tell the tell

How I took a couple vacations

In the pit of hell

The smell was grotesque

A mess

I must confess

Like someone hurled a bunch

All over your test

Now you failed

Repeat a grade

Thanks alot

Seems like I'll never get out

The Devil's lot

My mind has exploded

I lived and wrote it

Low on ammo

But now "RELOADED"!

- Jay Foster