I layed there in bed and folded the Sheets Back
Then started to drink some milk and Eat a Snack
The covers were covered in Postman Pat People
A White with a black cat taught me, Blacks Equal
But after the happy ending there was No Sequel
My mum told me to pick a story ' Sick and Gory '
My mum apposed, but i'd chose to Live the Glory
While she read it I knew there's no Glory to Live
It was then that ' devils halo ' Made Poorly a Kid
As soon as my mum said ' The End ' I'd Pretend
Im ' Conan ' that would always Fight Till The End
Mum said ' Go To Sleep ' She heard my Two Feet
As I boke rules, Pretended to maul my New Seat
I had no where to sit nor sleep so I Would Stand
If I was in a cartoon, Then I did have Good Plans
Comic books never gave me a honest look on life
They promised shook And then I had took it tight
Hoping tonight wouldn't end like I was Peter Pan
I felt the warmth.... As I sat near the Heater Fan
Stretching my ears, So I would be fly like Dumbo
Not that long ago I wander how the tongue rolls
Fun goes When you know that this joy was false
It had killed somone, Yet this ploys a pulse.