Poetry

Since the time I had begun,
My life was always dun.
It was somewhat spartan.
No one said, you are a little son
The one who needs more fun.
Then, when my father gone,
I didn't even see the sun.
I only had my wine tun.
I had to worked for a piece of bun.
Run an' run an' run
Anytime I felled in love with someone,
She said I'm not the one.
Love, something which I always foregone.
Nothing, is the only thing I won,
From all those things I've done.
Sometimes I put the bullet in the gun,
To be dead and gone,
But it's just a big con,
Playing with words or making pun,
I can't be such a moron.