Teddy Bear's dead
put a bullet in his head,
cremated his sorry ass,
and flushed the ashes,
his life was so many plane crashes
it made nine eleven look like an ear piercing party
at a girl scout camp,
and he just couldn't stand it,
poor little Teddy just couldn't handle it,
at the end he wasn't near as cuddly,
lost all his hair and his button eyes opened up,
he lost all his cotton
from all the tears that he'd gotten
over the years protecting you from your fears,
and from all the times you'd left him in the rain
he came unsewed and started to go rotton,
but you never learned
after all the times he was tore and burned
and you called out his name
only worried about your own pain
well it's not all just about you
can you see what you caused Teddy to do
A contest entry
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950 points, ended July 24, 2009, 29 entries
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Comments
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Wow. Good but depressing in a way. But I like that. Love the tone.
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Wow is really all I can say. I liked the visuals on it. Great job.
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This is a really powerful and original poem. It has sort of a violent sarcasm which gets your point across. Thanks for the read
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