A Horrible ZADR Poem

A DIB P.O.V

I have more important things to worry about
Rather than what you have to say
You claim my thoughts are led astray
My brain is fried like a blackened trout

You only bring me down, and you know it
Yet you never cared the slightest
And though your my blood, dear sister-eth
You all are no better than shit

I'm leaving and don't you dare try to stop me
Like both of you would anyway
Stupid insane one I play?
I hope you both rot on the street

Although I have no place to stay at,
It's better than being at home
Many day's I roam the roads
Until I get jumped like an alley cat

Darkness is all I see. Am I dying?
I open and see a monster
No, It's just that damned imposter
His head is by me, is he...CRYING?

He lifts his head hopefully, Teary-eye
He rejoices and hugs me tight
Says I gave him such a fright
That before him, on the couch I'd die

"Why would or should you care about me?
I should be dead. Least it'd ease my mind."
In a terrible rage, he cried,
"YOUR ALREADY DEAD, ARE YOU THAT BLIND?!

MY IRK I SAVED YOUR PUNY BOY SOUL!
WITHOUT YOU, THE WORLD IS DEAD!!!"
"Let it be. They all will be.", I retorted with dread
I rolled my eyes and the door I strolled

In a panic, he grabbed me by my hair
And swung me to his rose-clothed chest
And right there, he kissed me his best
I was shocked. I couldn't breath.  All I could do was stare.

So, someone actually DOES care
And it's him. HIM of all people
So long, passed by like a street pole
I feel free. Filled. Like a wild mare

"Don't leave me...PLEASE, I'm begging you."
He grasps me by my torso tightly
So weak. I smile
"Even If I did, my soul remains.", I coo

"I've felt like this for..YEARS.", said with a frown
"Be still my pet, I'm here.", weakly I told
He deserves a reward for being bold
Back first onto the couch I set him down

I'd rather not get into detail
Of that specific, lust-filled day
To conclude this poem I say
For him to sit, he'll need a hand-rail.


Sorry Zim.