Yes, I'm back.
I know your instinct is to just keep scrolling,
But, Please, relax!
I haven't posted in a while,
You probably haven't missed me
and you haven't felt a lack.
But, I'm back.
I know I'm not the best,
Not by a mile,
But, I try.
And I'm back.
This is not a poem or a song,
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| wasssssuuuuuup!! |
This is a dedication
For the one who once took a hit off a bong.
Like a ghost,
He lingers.
He's a movie star,
He's a vicious killer,
He's a She sometimes,
and they all leave a scar.
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| Johnny Dep- I mean, Billy Loomis |
His cloak and white face,
Oh so familiar.
Not prejudicial, though
He doesn't see race,
Anyway, he'll kill ya.
He can be charming,
Or look like a Johnny Depp.
Wait, shit,
This comparison was too real,
quite alarming...
He walks with face,
He kills with grace,
He stabs in place,
For living,
He leaves no space.
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| Grace |
We love him,
We do.
This song and poem,
are for ghost face.
We love you,
We do.
He's back on VH1,
just for 3 days.
Go watch him slash
and chase.
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| Me and Ghostface, we're both back. |
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