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There's a little boy who walks to school,
Nobody knows his name.
No matter what he tries to do,
It is always the same.

He keeps up with all the trends,
He knows them inside out.
Each one he pulls off perfectly,
Even that selfie-photo pout.

Each week he brings a box of muffins,
Though nobody knows why.
He used to try and hand them out,
Now he doesn't even try.

He shares the muffins with the crows
and eats them one by one.
For consuming that much sugar,
He sure looks miserable when he's done.

He looks down at the empty box
and you see a little smile.
The crows fly off and he lies down;
They'll all be full for quite a while.

The same routine, every week,
I think so that he can pretend,
That in the year that he's been here,
He's made at least one friend.

©lonewolfpuppy
Well, this is the first (I think) poem I've ever written that hasn't stemmed from my emotions (At least, not conciously) or an event that has occurred to myself or someone I know. In fact, I don't even know where this came from. I was in drama and we had muffins that we were sharing and it just sort of came to me. I almost burst out in tears because of the images and words it brought to my head. I was reluctant to write about it, so I sat on it for a few days but I couldn't forget about it. So, I wrote it out and here it is.

©lonewolfpuppy

:icondonotuseplz::iconmyartplz:

If you like this, you should check out Who needs friends? by :icontfxman: His poem is absolutely amazing!
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DarkProphet05's avatar
Very compelling. I feel this one deep inside.