| Good Old Happy Face |
11/5/2003 |
by Jon
Good Old Happy Face
A poem
Here comes good old Happy Face
who guards the prison, a horrible place.
Among the killers he settled his home
Wearing a smile that chilled to the bone
In such a dank place, draped with pure grim
He wore his long satin vest with bright yellow trim.
While some men, they listened, most showed no respect.
It wasn’t looks to the crooks, but what Happy said.
Some men would wallow or dream of escape.
But he strolled along the corridors, offering Harry Potter, book on tape.
He never seemed crazy, he just felt so alive.
You’ve never seen a man give a cannibal high five.
Then one day a fight broke out, in just a small little cell.
One guy said: Shove it!” Another, “Go to HELL!”
It got to the point of horror, that no guard could break the spell.
So they hustled to their station and rang his mighty bell.
Up Came Good old Happy Face, fresh from an afternoon swim.
Still in his brown speedo, he entered with a spin.
He was still slick and dripping, from his speedo to his socks.
He held up a bright blue package, “Who wants Hydrox?”
“Oh don’t tell me your both squabbling, why do you lose control?
Haven’t you both read Chicken soup for the mass murders soul?
Oh I’ll solve this problem, cause it’s quite a doozy we’ve got.”
Then He held up two M&M’s, one peanut butter, one chocolate.
“You see, your both so different, one creamy and one sweet.
But regardless of your differences, your both still quite a treat.”
He then handed the two fighters, 2 peanut M&M’s.
They put them in their mouths, and again they were friends.
And that is how life went. They argued and he spoke.
They dreamed of the sweetness that is man love.
He baked muffins, and he wrote.
But one day good old Happy face, became the butt of the joke
During a prison riot he was sodomized, and then stabbed in the throat.
So Goodbye to Good Old Happy Face, It pains to say farewell.
But I know your guarding more crooks, somewhere deep in hell.
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