Jealousy’s Revenge; For Poe Fans

HA!

Look at this blonde over here

In her long, down feather coat

And riding boots, what a fad.

Her knit beanie is alright...

Sits on her head like a monkey

Holding onto a jungle tree

For it's damned life.

The sling purse is sort of cute

Made of the same material

That I'm made of, leather.

Although my color is better.

She's smiling, looks kind of young.

Has a rock the size of Africa

Sitting on her ring finger.

Let her stay by romance.

I like the crying people

You know, the

"If hope has flown away"

Sort of thinkers.

They are the ones who

Understand the words

On my paper organs

Inside my withering skin.

I'm old, unmarried,

Maybe even unhappy.

But I just like to believe

That happiness is a curse.

Smilers are not allowed

To be near me.

I take after my father,

Sadness is reality.

The blonde is looking at me

She smells like flowers

Oh God she's picking me up

Get your fingers off my dust!

"Edgar Allen Poe,"

The girl gasps,

"It's signed."

I smile.

Didn't know

That a book like me

Could be so special

After all.

Never judge a book

By it's cover.