Casket

Danielle loves Mister Chris, kinda.

Dear Mister Chris,
I sure hope you listen to this
I’ve been a huge fan of your music
It helps me when I lose it
Especially when I want to shoot it
And blow it out bit by bit
When my days go blue
I always remember to listen to you
And it betters my mood by a few
So I hope you this letter
Because it would make my day better
If not, then oh well
I guess I’ll go down to hell
Yours truly, Danielle

Hey, why haven’t you responded?
I thought we had bonded
You know, this is what you and I wanted
At least me, but I know it’s the same for you
There are some things I don’t wanna pursue
But if you don’t respond, then it’s my cue
To dip into a black void
That’ll make my neighbors more than annoyed
To hear a loud noise coming from that one house
That they’ll never hear from again, not even a little mouse
So please answer, it’ll make my day
Or else I’ll go away
Sincerely, Danielle

I’m not gonna send anymore letters
You haven’t made my day better
You made it worse
I have this curse
That only a hearse
Can cure
I’m sure
Anyway, I’m done with place
I’m going away now; you’ve fallen from grace
Bye-bye, I hope whenever you pass
You get buried in dry grass
So you burn and I meet your spirit
But you can’t bear it
So you cave in and me have it
Then I rest in your casket
That’s what you get, Danielle

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Well for an oldie, I found these stanzas fun. They sort of had a rap feel to them. Danielle rocks.

Chris

[Kaden L.]

F**k, there is a typo. In fact, there are multiple. Oh well, nothing I can do about it now. I won’t let that slide, again.