Reflections of the Soul: Poetry

The True Fool

“The True Fool”

As I walked home from school,

I frustrated on how I acted like a fool.

Those dolts have made me their tool.

In their minds they think they're so cool.

I have been deceived by their mischievous tricks.

Now that I think about it, they really are freaks.

They have heads that are as hard as bricks.

Not only that, but boy, they reak.

I reminisce once more as I lie in bed;

I toss and turn and even hit my head.

"They should be left alone," I said.

"One day they'll come to me and beg."

What I said came into reality.

They asked for an apology and for mercy.

I mused over the matter carefully,

"Will they do it again for their own money?"

I turned them down, following my plan.

I knew that their faces were just bland.

They glared at me as I walked down the land,

Thinking who's the fool now on this band.

- 2010