The End

Keep in mind this poem would go at the end of a book.



Your time is over
The book is dead
Still you’ve found no lover
Yes, blame the poetry for what you said

Did you know
That this book would slowly kill you
A wound know string could sew
Did you expect us to coo?

Why did you pick up this lonely book?
It belongs here on this shelf
What made you even want to look?
What did you tell yourself?

I know you are injured, wounded, and scared
Why would you hurt yourself like this?
Why did you get yourself snared?
Who are you Mr. or Miss?

Did you think this book would help?
With all of your pains and woes
Try not to let the pain make you yelp
Did this book send shivers through your toes?

This is the end
Please don’t be too sad
Our message is what you must send
Mr. or Mss, are you mad?