Poem 32: The Darkest Teenager

The Darkest Teenager: 

Well, I'm sorry to tell you, 

Some really bad news, 

Your dad died in a car crash today, 

I can't say it in any other way, 

But the only thing I can also say, 

Is sorry. I feel bad for you kid, 

Goodbye, get well, I bid, 

Hang on, are those words what you are saying, true? 

That my dad's death, is nothing but new? 

Well what do I do? 

Good day, I bid to you! 

I've been waiting for this moment, for seventeen years, 

Shall we go to the pub, and have a few beers? 

I was hoping he would die soon, 

I was wishing all my life, 

Or I myself, would pick up the knife.