Ryan Heart Sharpton

Ryan was obese as a kid
He wasn’t just large or fat
There was so much of Ryan
That his skin stretched tight
Threatening to burst

Young Ryan Heart
Was forced to play accordion
By his Teutonic mother
Ryan took every opportunity
To leave his instrument lying unattended
Hoping someone would steal it
But no one ever did

Mister Sharpton
Was convicted of murder
He stole a pack a cigarettes
And a man’s entire future
Ryan left five dollars on the counter
And a screwdriver in the clerk’s skull

Ryan is happier in prison
They won’t let him play accordion
And his cellmates’ chatter
Drowns out the sound of his mother
Who sealed up Ryan’s room
Keeping it just the way he left it

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Credits: Words and Collage by Jay Larsen
(Don't worry, I'm feeling fine)