The Three Unfortunate Tragedies
Across the street, across came a man
however see did not, the Van
Over his head, over ran the tires
pulled his parts out with pliers.
He was now an open minded man
Out of the sky, out flew a plane
unfortunately it began to rain
Applied he did, applied Newton’s Second law
he did not stop, to see his only flaw
He had a close-minded brain.
For he did not care, for what people said
preferred to talk to himself instead
In circles he walked, encircled the park
continued to walk until it went dark
Faded to black, this man’s head.