this is fiction because I'm smiling. Now watch some fool try to smack it off, hehe

merrily you might role along,
either small or big and strong,
singing a happy song.
others and the world,
might be singing a sad song.
then the devils might try to change your tune,
mess up your day,
then fowl up your play.

some fools hate to see others happy,
especially when they're feeling all crappy.
they start wondering why you're smilling,
they can't seem to crack a smile,
even get a good laugh going for awhile.

mean and hateful son of itches,
need to be flying with the witches.
in fact most of them are.
their problem is their evil minds,
refusing to remove their stupid blinds.
selfish son of itches.

why don't I just put the B on itches,
cause I hate to curse.
i can write verse without cursing.
but i want to,
cause I'm pissed off.

OnepoetGem