Best Remedy (Septacore)
Best Remedy
I can’t smash my head
Like what you did
Nor be overly theatrical
Over a dead general
I can’t be overly sweet
Prepare my best suite
And suddenly marry someone
And be off to Caribbean
I am so naïve
Those ideas I can’t conceive
I can’t even see
Beyond those concern for me
The only thing I can do
Is believe those words are true
And somehow wish
Trouble will be over in a swish
Yet what do you expect
I can never be a suspect
Of anything so you don’t circumspect
That I am but thinking of a subject
To punk you guys, viola
I’ve learned it from the master
Who is nothing but a great prankster
I hope everything is kinda
Have I allayed your worries?
That all your remedies
Do work for me
Still glad you let me be
Those feelings are also true
These days I’m feeling blue
Yet I don’t have the heart to leave you
My friends, the Great UFFCO…
Note...This poem was supposed to be published earlier but Hubpages denied it...This poem is dedicated to the friends i made on Facebook who helped me overcome those difficult moments of my life...