Fool's Poetry

Failing to succeed, succeed in failing, And the people, they laugh and scorn He just wanted to die The blunt scorns of people numbed his brains, And the sharp words, pierced his heart He felt pale already He felt dead already A stool A noose A fan A fool Would loose His life. As the necklace of death carresed his neck And empty tears on cheeks like pecks His legs kicked the empty air The fan conceded to his heavy weight and both came crashing down Oh shucks! He even failed at dying